You go with the squeal of gears, spinning
around the merry-go-round, up and down;
carnival music thrums your ears and you laugh
and reach for the shiny brass ring (three will get you
a free ride on the beast of your choice);
your long hair streams behind you
and your summer dress billows up, caught
in the lift and suck of passing wind...
Carousel Horses was the theme here, not hard to see that. Making these cards brought back some forgotten memories to me, and I can't help but feel sad that the carousels in my area have long since been torn down to make way for strip malls and parking lots. I've dashed off a quick, impromptu poem (my first in days) to try to explain how I felt when I rode the carousel many years ago. I've always had a soft spot for carousels, and always marveled; no, reveled, in the art and craftsmanship of each pole beast I've had the good fortune to meet.