The Carrousel Poem by Cj Heck

I love watching a carrousel,
like a giant children’s top
spinning loveliness around
in a blur of colors,
a colossal pirouette of prancing ponies,
faster, faster, in the joyful music.

Oom-pah-pah
Oom-pah-pah

Up and down the ponies canter,
their tireless stampede
a flurry of wooden strides
as though each stallion
is vying for the lead
as they caper to the cadence of cymbals
in the hurdy-gurdy’s melody:

Oom-pah-pah - clang!
Oom-pah-pah - clang!

It suddenly occurs to me,
you and I have become
so much like the carrousel I love
but our spinning is out of control
and all out of synch
with less ups, more downs,

Oom-pah-pah - clang!
Oom-pah-pah - clang!

round and round going nowhere,
and unlike the bold wooden steeds
whirring by in a brilliant blur,
I no longer see the blur
of where you begin and
where I end.

Oom-pah-pah - clang!
Oom-pah-pah - clang!

Where we’ve been is colored
only by your lying deception
and the cymbals are
merely a metaphor for hurt.

Where we’re going
is no longer a question mark
and I’ll never look at a carrousel
in the same way again.

Clang - clang - clang

Stop.
I want to get off...