The Ferris Wheel

Goldfinch60 By Goldfinch60, 7th Nov 2013 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/2yw0zqd5/
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Memories of a trip to the fair when I was young written for the Poetry Group that I am in, the subject being "All the Fun of the Fair"

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“Come on then!” said my cousin;
“Let’s go on this one”
There was me young and vulnerable
With my elder cousin, enjoying this fair

I had been having a great time;
Trying to pick up floating ducks
With a loop on a stick as they went around
Gently, in this circular pond

Would I get one and win a goldfish?
I wanted the man to dip into the bowl
And pull out a fish, just for me,
But no not this time, maybe next.

What about a coconut, you can have three goes
For one of my treasured threepenny bits.
One – Nearly got it! Only missed by an inch
Two and three, hits! Must be glued in the ring!!

“What about the Ghost train?”
Have you seen the faces of those people
Who have been on it! They look scared to me!
I’m having none of that!

“Come on then!” said my cousin;
“Let’s go on this one”
There it was this slow moving wheel
That became my Nemesis

So I went with him, on this monster
Sat on the wooden seat
The man put the bar down in front of me
But It’s OK I can still get out.

Then it moved, up towards the sky.
It’s not too bad, but up and up it goes,
I look down and see these shrunken people
Walking around the ground with no apparent care.

The wheel is coming to it’s zenith,
It stops!!
What’s happened, it’s broken!
I’m scared, so high up in this world



My cousin tries to comfort me;
Or was he laughing?
The tears of absolute fear
Trickle down my face.

It moves again, they’ve fixed it
But then it stops again!
“Fix it! Fix it! Fix it!” I yell
It starts to move again.

Down we go getting nearer the earth
Until at last we reach the point
Where we got onto this monster.
It doesn’t stop!!

Around it goes again and keeps on stopping;
I do wish they would fix it, or stop where
I can get off, but no, round it goes again,
Passing where we should run from this thing.

At last, through all the stopping and starting
It stops for us and crying, shaking and scared
I get off this machine, giving hateful looks
Back at it, this monster called Ferris Wheel.

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Fairground, Ferris

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author avatar Goldfinch60
I have been writing poetry for a few years now and use it as a release for all types of feelings. I do not follow any set rules poetry as I find I cannot get the feeling correct if I use the rules.

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author avatar MarilynDavisatTIERS
7th Nov 2013 (#)

Good morning, Goldfinch. If breaking the poetry rules helps you convey the emotions and accurately describe the experience, then keep breaking them. ( I noticed this from your profile.) The poem took me to every fair I ever attended so mission accomplished. Good work. ~Marilyn

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author avatar Goldfinch60
7th Nov 2013 (#)

Thank you for your kind words Marilyn, even many, many years later the image remains very strong to me.

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
8th Nov 2013 (#)

Life can be a bit like that Ferris Wheel my friend ...welcome to the journey .
God bless you
Stella >I<

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author avatar Fern Mc Costigan
10th Nov 2013 (#)

Nice put and inspiration filled as well, nice poem an post!

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