Sunday, April 6, 2014

The amusement park when I was five

She let go of my hand
for a moment
to pay for toffee apples

and I drifted away,
my eyes chasing heights
in the Ferris Wheel.

For half an hour
I was an island
surrounded by

unfamiliar faces,
cotton candy,
vague noises

and colorful lights.



(Written for Cuyahoga County Library prompt for NaPoWrimo Day 6 and my own challenge over at the Imaginary Garden)

13 comments:

  1. Ever mother's nightmare and child's dream - getting lost at the fair.

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  2. gosh! i know the feeling; how well you translate it from memories; so happy you stopped over at my blog; have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  3. It only takes a second, and how different a second is to a child, how many impressions and feelings can be crowded into it.

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  4. How dangerous to let go among all that temptations.. sounds like your time was delightful but not your mother's ...

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  5. You caught that different reality of a child so well here, Kenia. I can remember feeling like this.

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  6. Being lost is such a dreadful feeling...especially when its a parent and child.

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  7. There is a sense of time stopping here -- just like the ferris wheel. Very well done. k.

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  8. Oh, how terrifying, Kenia!! I love the comparison to an island...your work always holds a unique touch...much enjoyed!

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  9. Oh, what a scary half hour. Though you don't sound too scary.

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  10. what a thrill for the child...love that comparison...

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  11. Perfect! Similar experience for me & it was so scary. :)

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  12. …Terrifying for a mother - yet this poem reads more of wonder than fear - were you not afraid?

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