Fairground. - Poem by Miki Byrne
Kaleidoscope of movement.
Whirls. Swoops. Air coiled
in centrifugal force as rides spin,
lift and dip. Press bodies hard.
Aural melange of screams,
Whoops, doppler across the rumble
of generators, bark of hawkers voices.
Old juke-box songs blare.
Vie with each other in a noisome contest.
Sweeps waves of euphoria
that plunge and surge as rides
knot metal shapes in night air.
Play intricate games with gravity.
Want is reflected in children's eyes;
for candy-floss, games, excitement.
The fear of the Ghost Train
to tickle their backs.
Mum scans for dangers, watchful.
Tethered by chords of love.
Parental antenna attuned to bustling crowds.
Dad stands at the shooting range.
Gleam of success in his eye.
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