“Roll Up, Roll Up”

By 7th September 2012December 9th, 2019No Comments

Distorted view in mirrored hall, long of face and squat of stance
Imagined lot of poor return, when gifts were shared upon this earth
Unfamiliar lookalike, with life rewarding scope curtailed
Be grateful for small mercies, proffered wisdom oft’ times heard

Bear like Giant pleads release, from stall where coconuts are shy
Sure of aim we pitch all three, as ‘Teddy’ plays a waiting game
Munching down on Candy Floss, a red impression shaped by mouth
Child like sticky pink in hand, with fairground senses so surreal

Plastic floating Duck sails by, avoiding dangled hooks on line
Flighted arrows hit their mark; to nail all three, a prize awaits
Fun house capers made to laugh, with earthquake floor and centrifuge
Bruised of pride, of arm and knee, with dizziness of child sublime

Staff of skeleton on view, within the darkened Train of Ghost’s
Spare of bone with frightening look, riding through with eyes half closed
Bumping cars that dodge and weave, lifting out of seats secure
Revolving wheel on up through sky, perchance to steal an airborne kiss

Coasting roll of ups and downs, with twists and turns at hurtling speed
As Carousel revolves around the Piebald prancing horse’s gait
Looking back I think of life and how it’s shaped by circumstance
Embrace the fun filled ride therein, the sights and sounds that come with chance

Richard Gildea

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