Ferris Wheel Rides
The honky-tonk music of ferris wheel rides
Still enchant, as I used to stretch my hands
To gather a chain of moondust above
A glittered skytop, while the breeze drones
Evening's jubilant melody:
And the lilting rhythm of a float's cadence thrills
While girlhood days screech after three, four circles
As Daddy laughs, bringing forth the sizzle
Of warm hotdogs. O, how memorable
the hushabye from a rickety carousel.
But life seems absurdly mechanical today,
Where robotic noise reigns the game, zooming:
How plastic tickets computerized would never
Become dulcet memoirs gently tucked
Within a musical box. How modern scheme changes
A once-anticipated warble of the ringmaster...
Crooning youth's jingle as carnival arrives:
Now, a recorded playlist jigs; I feel numb.
11/1/2017
Written for Eve Rover's The Sounds of the Past
Theme: Photo 1
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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