Neon bright and twinkling lights,
the sound of children’s laughter.
Smell of popcorn and candy floss
the call from booths that barter.
After dark an amusement park,
a whirling wind of pleasure.
Throwing balls, aim for the prize
all with desperate measure.
Fun to be had only slightly mad
it’s time for us to be merry!
Hurry, hurry, smile and enjoy
for an evening, live life, unwary.
Corn dogs on sticks and crazy tricks
it all soon blurs into one.
But when the dawn arises again
the carnival has moved on.
The theme of this week’s Poetry Jam prompt was Festivals – in less than 35 lines. I was about to protest that I’ve never written a poem that long, when a comment on an old, old piece that was long, long, long proved me wrong. *smile* In any case, here’s my offering on the topic of festivals, focusing on the traveling carnivals.