CAROUSEL, poésie d'AERONWY THOMAS. Tableau de CRISTIANE CAMPOS, Brézil

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He streaks past

On his bucking mount

Pink mane waving

With wind force 10

A frenzied gallop

The bit between his teeth

As I stand mouth wide

Watching

From sidelines

Waiting for

The next revolution

The wooden horses

Flashing past

Until the roundabout

Slows to a stop

And I pay my dues

To join

The mad circle

                                                         - zebras, crocodiles

                                                            plastic ducks –

                                                          all brightly decked

Choose the vacated seat

Still warm

Stroke the fuchsia cords

Of my steed

And settle for

The gentle rocking

At the mechanical

Turn of the wheel

Watching in my turn

The admiring upturned faces

Of the throng below

At every round

Oohing and aahing

Under the fairground

Lights – the music

And the fanfare

Of a hot August

Night –

Impatient

To take on the wild

Menagerie

As it grinds to the halt

The riders jolt

To a stop.

AERONWY THOMAS