Fairground Carousel

A bit of lighthearted whimsy, now have you looked at their expressions?

The horses on the carousel

look out of sorts, they don't look well.

It's not the paint that makes them sick,

their glossy colours bright and slick.

It's not the riders riding round

or music playing fairground sounds.

It's not because they need to eat

or have to rest from too much heat.

Their features show their simply bored.

The lives they lead are sadly flawed.

All that turning just to please,

it's all a matter of degrees.

For they would rather roll in hay

or better still run off to play.

Reviews

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Your beautiful soul heard it all of the voiceless....their way of giving us amusement has always been ignored...I also had thought about it at a visit to park and watching the merry go round...
You're really caring Christine to write this...thanks for sharing dear😊

[Chris Shaw]

I sat their watching while my grandchildren were having fun, and the expressions on the faces of those carousel horses were priceless.

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Yess friend...silent but speaking faces!

[Chris Shaw]

Very much so ;))

[KeeD]

This is oddly sad, just imagining them orbiting away into subjugation by a mechanical overlord. I wish I could save them, set them free to do as they please. Creative write Christine.

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Kee. Your creative mind thinks much like mine. I wanted those slick painted horses off that carousel (lol). Hope you are doing ok.

Chris

[Beccy]

This what a true poet does best; sees beyond the superficial. Lighthearted whimsy, yes, but at the same time, absolutely seeing what lies beneath the surface.

Beccy.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Beccy. There is always something beneath the surface if you look hard enough. I appreciate your response. Thank you.

Chris

[Lorry]

This has childs eyes and I seriously wish that more people would remember the innocent intensity when something focuses a childs attention as this did in you Christine.
I do remember feeling very similar thoughts at the sight of impaled horses at a carousel as a child.
It was a fact in my young mind that they chose to be deaf and blind, to all the noise and glare, and would come to life and be free when the crowds were gone.
I remember also, how sad the ones with chipped paint were, and that grownups just didnt care enough to see their beauty.
A long forgotten trip down memory lane for me, which may or may not explain why I now want candy floss for breakfast :)

[Chris Shaw]

Like minds Lorry, as for that candy floss, save some for me. Thank you :))

[AYVID N]

Don't we sometimes feel like those carousel horses, just spinning around endlessly in our trumped up roles...when we'd give anything to be someplace free and where we can be ourselves.

A deeply metaphorical poem for me, this was Chris. It is beautifully worded and takes me vividly to that fair, that ground where the horses spun endlessly for the children.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Divya, pleased you enjoyed the read.

[Stella Armour]

Oh goodness, i have a poem with just the same title lol.

Their expression is so static and they get climbed over and spun round , maybe they dream as you say, of running off and rolling in the hay :)

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Stella. How strange we should share a title. Maybe you also have lots of memories of the carousel? We used to frequent fairgrounds quite often as young children. In fact as a child I found the horse's faces quite frightening. lol. Thanks for the review.

Chris

[Stella Armour]

I have just looked and my poem is called "My Carousel",yes the horses don't look very child friendly i must say; there was always a fair somewhere every few months as i remember , just small ones but even the open market had a carousel.... I expect they would be a health and safety issue now, kids would have to wear a helmet and seat belt lol

[Chris Shaw]

Laughing my head off Stella.