Piccadilly

 

 

      A poem, hmmm,

hugging your newly won

green stuffed Kermit

to your pale blue tank top

 and playfully tonguing

his black and white button eye.

       You take an idea

      and you wrap your mind

      around it, right?

Like they twirled

your pink cotton candy

around the white spindle

from which you now plucked

sweet puffs of metaphor

as the Ferris wheel stopped

at the top.

      It’s a little piece of peace

      up here,

still a quieter pop,

crack, pop

from the shooting gallery

and an occasional whistle

from Tom Thumb.

We swung the metal love seat

to the calliope of Lovin Spoonful

and Kermit grinned when

the humid August air

thick with caramel and crackerjack

whooshed your denim skirt

further up your thigh,

providing a whole new view

of the carnival below

which now needed only a title

and a great ending.

2 comments

  1. Hi Craig

    A great title and very vibrant viewing of a writer’s inspiration and the carnival that triggers it. As always, you provide us with intricate detail and a command of language that engages the reader from start to finish. Love the presence of Kermit in this piece and these descriptives —

    t’s a little piece of peace

    up here,

    still a quieter pop,

    crack, pop

    from the shooting gallery

    and an occasional whistle

    from Tom Thumb.

    We swung the metal love seat

    to the calliope of Lovin Spoonful

    and Kermit grinned when

    the humid August air

    thick with caramel and crackerjack”

    You definitely took me there and I enjoyed the ride!!

    My Best,
    Wendy

    Like

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