Only the lucky realize that life is a carnival... |
Dark Dreamscapes Poetry Entry August 2020 Prompt #2 Torn paper ticket sheared from dusty roll with quick zipper-rip buys me one ratchety clunk of bent turnstile, entrance to world of Ferris dreams and neon screams. Leaky nostrils flare with first breath of autumn, it's wafting chill seasoned by airborne sugar, cherry-red sunset tinged by dark amusement. Pink fingers clutch Crooked aluminum’s heat-sucking tubes, I sway in line to tinkling melody, airy whistle-chirp of out-of-tune pipes set to rhythmic clack of climbing coasters. Boarding swinging metal, happy nervousness wells when confined by squeaky clap of rusty-hinged door. Leaning, bent spokes lurch dangling legs upward, peering over top, thrill of first drop. Far below pellets crack, pinging metal targets delighting shrieking children, bouncing on young toes clutching polyester sharks. Cakes drip from funnels, butter sticks cinnamon to nimble fingers licked in spirals by zealous tongues before true wash by snow cone. Brain-freezing amuse-bouche prepares stomachs to spin on whirling, mechanical spiders. Leaves crunch. Slegehammers ding. Houses giggle with fun. Tingle of anticipation tenses fingers. Full of fright this world may be, but as undulating mirrors display, it bends to the whims of the bold. I smile, ready for another ride. 53 lines |