The Carnival Of The Mind

By The Talisman

Fri, 25 Jan 2013
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7 comments
 

The Carnival Of The Mind

Candyfloss dreams

in a twisted mind

of waltzer screams

two bucks to touch

the bearded lady

prostrate

shall I, shan’t I

toffee apple wisps

on a hot summer breeze

choking out the innocence

of wayward thoughts

sensory contortions

in a mind-fucked melee

of neon and nightfall

and the roar of the crowd

fever pitched

on callous winds

each footfall echoes

of a dying resonance

but, we dance

in swirls of hope

and dream within

that sacred place

The Carnival Of The Mind

Certificate 15
Poem
Fantasy

Comments

Submitted by The Talisman on
Just got back from the pub. Another 5 minute challenge poem. Hope you like.

Submitted by MS on
two bucks to touch the bearded lady, bargain.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
This was almost like something out of Robin Hobb's Soldier Boy. Very strange, but also clever. A fantasy read indeed. Jenny.

 

Submitted by The Talisman on
Imagine what she'll do for ten, MS.

Submitted by The Talisman on
Thanks Jenny. I don't know the piece of writing that you mentioned. But, I'll look it up.

Submitted by The Talisman on
Thanks Parson. I do like the odd trip to the pub, now and again.

Submitted by ScoZen on
I'm a sucker for fairgrounds Talisman. Two lines I liked amongst the others "...waltzer screams..." and "...neon and nightfall..."
ScoZen