Fairground/ Dora Carrington/ 1921
THIS WEEK'S prompt for Poetry Potluck #29 asks us to feature Photographs, Memories, and Nostalgia. Seems to overlap for me...
THE FAIRGROUND
The barker's pitch
hums across the fairground,
pulls me in.
Just stand there he says, pose
right there in front of the paper tree.
You won't feel the August heat.
Smile for me.
A field of wheat wraps around the park
like flaxen hair,
a painted bunch of pears and peaches
on a backdrop
fools a bee buzzing.
Don't worry
about the children running by.
Smile pretty now.
As I look at the early moonrise
I take an apple from my pocket.
The barker snaps that shot,
gives it to me.
I decided to go on without you.
So long ago, still I remember
a spider underfoot
and I let it run free.
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