Helter Skelter
Close to the edge, pressed on the balcony railings
We saw the flaring multicoloured bodies sweep down
Sequins and masks, bright yellows, reds, and blues
In our shelter, Tower of Babel, saw danger, so we fled
Clattering machines, a throbbing drumbeat everywhere
We’re all inside upon yet another magic carpet ride
Dark sky above, all around us, flashing piercing lights
Our children shout, reach and grab us, scrabble close
Looking for desire, we gallop through carnival neverland
Hot dogs, skittles, teacups, spinning, test your strength
Fish for the water duck, win that giraffe or teddy bear
Alarm bells ringing, sirens, voices, wailing everywhere
We ran to the harbour, a scattered harrowed crowd
The water swirls below, reflecting darting shadows
The grey ships approached in the evening gloom
Dreamland waits for us. Is there any room?
© Christopher 2026
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Come to the fair with Christopher. It is a joyous occasion delightfully put together in verse. Throbbing Drumbeats of noisy machines, piercing lights, tea and hot dogs We are here on a holiday adventure with him right until the evening gloom and a final question about Dreamland. A day well spent.
Comment by Aline Waites on 21 March, 2026 at 10:46 pm