Sunday, February 10, 2013

FERRIS WHEEL

                 FERRIS WHEEL

On the rim of the golden coin we spun
fiefly lit for our soaring flight.
For a frozen tick of time we hung
at the crest of the turning disk of light,
upturned faces lost below,
above us space and stars and night

By day we see that cables snake
through trampled grass to girdered wheel,
its motor black with furry grease,
its garish paint begun to peel
Popsicle wrappers and popcorn bags
blow fitfully through bolted steel.

We should see truth by sunlight. Still
     the night
     and space
     and stars
          were real.   

7 comments:

George S Batty said...

Yes, I remember but it wasn't so vivid until I read this piece. It was fun to read and brought back some of my fondest childhood memories.

Dee Martin said...

oh my....my my my.
May we always remember that they were real too. Made me smile ear to ear. Painted with a brush of love :)

Berowne said...

Rather beautifully realized; well written.

Belva Rae Staples said...

This is lovely! Things look and seem more magical at night when we can't see the rubbish.

Keith's Ramblings said...

One sees more at night when the distractions of the day are out of sight.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Beautifully done.

Madeleine Begun Kane

Unknown said...

Granny Smith - I love you. How you captured the Ferris Wheel with your words :-)