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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Lost my kids once just for a minute or so in the fair: needle in haystack. Busy and purposeful Sunday morning. Fascinating bee hive but I wanted my kids back Thought they were next to the glass beads jostling and rattling on a necklace chain, Or near the polished fossils, and bags clinking their sea-shell collections from Spain. I squinted for their faces in the crowd,as rows of cheap eyeglasses looked invitingly Over at the gaudily-decorated casual shoes, just arrived breathless from Turkey; And stalls overflowing with flame-coloured dresses - Moroccan, from Agadir - Trying to inch down to the ground like wriggling children. But not my children dear. Toy insects buzzing joyfully and plastic windmills whirring playfully in the breeze And serious-minded compasses busy seeking north didn’t fill my search with ease. Carousels with ponies and dinosaurs, birds and elephants? Maybe they had fulfilled my wandering kids’ secret wants? Noisy price-haggling. African traders switching from language of Germany to Wales, Or even to Arabic, as they sensed customers's different interests and possible sales. Chinese and Vietnamese comparing views in French, their only common tongue. No doubt, my three had slipped their leash and were hiding: they were young. The swish of the decorative paper garlands in the breeze was near-lost in the crowd; And the conflict between Welsh folk-music and American heavy-metal rock so loud. And I listened to the colourful chatter pulsate Of traders trying to persuade money to leave your wallet. Girls in sandals and sunglasses. Old ladies in floral patterns and blue-rinsed hair. Young men eyeing girls trying on dresses ……but my three were not there. Ah - but then! At the ice cream stall I saw three hungry mouths, kept Pressed to the glass. Three money-less urchins all glad to see dad. I swept Them up in my arms and started to relax and enjoy the fair-market. I’d lost my kids for just about one minute. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Entered in Lisa Cooper ~Dark Poetess's Contest County Fair
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