All the Fun of the Fair

laughing rocking clowns welcome all the fun of the fair
jostling crowds
tumble into mirrors that shrink and distort into giggles
plunging pink candy floss
piled high on sticks
sinking into whole faces tastes
crunching on sticky red toffee apples
sucked along kaleidoscopic
musical cacophanies
hooked bobbing ducks to win a prize
rolling balls edges encouraging
in frenzied shouts at
moveable horses
towards the winning line
'Roll Up' 'Roll Up' the carnie cries
with a bowing sweep beckons into
entering the big striped top
blinded by
spitting fire eating charms
eyes adjust
excitedly watching jugglers
and swaying precariously overhead
the man on the high wire
makes a final dash
carefully balanced
walks the old crooked house
with sloping floors
running to take a coconut mat
dragging to slide
down the helter skelter ride
waltzers loving being spun so fast
dodgem cars bumping crashed
a bag of coins for the push 'em offs
then happily trudges on the way home
with a bag of hot battered fish and chips
drenched in salt and vinegar
plucks with puckered fingers
hurrys to catch the last train - - :)

Golden

Golden doilys dust catchers

scratch savers on polished boards
Golden Dollys
covering for toilet rolls
knitted crinolines plastic faced
Golden Haired
Bit grubby and stained
where dust's settled
still pretty though
with moving eyes
watching over worn mats
and tiles chipped with age
but it wasn't always like that
she was once brand new
took pride of place in a shiny home
Children had not yet appeared
she harked back to childhood days
with dolls in prams
complete with frilled layette
pushing up and down the street
bouncing wheels
in clatty shoes
but builders will come soon
and wipe it all away

Authors Notes:-
  the days events contributed to this actuality/metaphor and had seen someone dressed similar (Paloma Faith).. speaking to campaign about Dementia awareness  .. following not so great appointment at hosp .. But suppose not to take things for granted and to remember people with Dementia are someones Mum, Dad sister ... with a rich history .. planning to do some work with them .. Refurbished one of those dolls and she comes out every year 'pride of place' on top of the Christmas Tree .. she's lovely .. Big love and hugs Lib

Elixir

                                            dampened wet bricks lining
                                       musty odoured drips
                        shaken deep into the Cavern's cellar
        where catacombs rocked a thousand shades
of music tuned from staged ahead
under ceilings frothy swills
concrete floors cramming soaked
barely breathes soul strung fired
first elixir of orange and brown
highlights ultraviolet rays
     speckled dustings white on black
              reflecting charmed pearly smiles
                        attractions meeting back to back
                                   danced each night thro' dawn

Debut

debut in scarlet and silken cream heeled
when as a girl hair ringlets ribboned sealed

dreams of adventure worlds travelling far
dipping mighty oceans beyond the bar

paths rapidly shaped and forging converged
keeping further back what life had emerged

but each time she closed her eyes butterflies
tears that fashioned waterfalls crystal lined

swaying ears of golden corn within reach
journeyed fields, mountains, sandy pebbled beach

resolute firmly stood poised becoming
high waves rose to push her back sulleying

visibly rocked, shaken holds still a grip
on life she craves and thirsts to take a sip

-  Clarion Sonnet -<

Debut

debut in scarlet and silken cream heeled when as a girl hair ringlets ribboned sealed dreams of adventure worlds travelling far dipping mighty oceans beyond the bar paths rapidly shaped and forging converged keeping further back what life had emerged but each time she closed her eyes butterflies tears that fashioned waterfalls crystal lined swaying ears of golden corn within reach journeyed fields, mountains, sandy pebbled beach resolute firmly stood poised becoming high waves rose to push her back sulleying visibly rocked, shaken holds still a grip on life she craves and thirsts to take a sip - Clarion Sonnet -<