Written about a walk that I had taken through an empty carnival midway after midnight. I work with a traveling carnival throughout the weekday evenings and weekends. It's great to be back...it has opened a flood gate to my writing :o)
Alone again with the monsters.
I hear them breathing this still night
as their bodies cast skeletal shadows
that stretch and bend beyond tired sight.
The stars are out...first time...finally
and I paused in beasts' silent keep
finding constellations above my head
wondering what Fate, this time, shall reap.
Walking through this world as I'd done before
never afraid of the monsters in their gates.
I touch their cold, steel bodies reminiscing
as Time continues...continues...never waits.
Silence roaring where there once was song.
Dew clinging for life ever so delicately.
What is the reason for Life turning about
only to return this elusive world to me?
For all, a reason...each purpose, its time
I remember as I walk slowly alone.
It's the middle of the night with sleeping monsters
and in this silenced carnival, I feel most at home.
©May 20, 2006 Lori S. Maynard
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|when the carnival is asleep and the monsters quiet is a great time for self-flection ...|
|Reviewed by Daniel McTaggart
|I couldn't resist that title. As midnight is my forte. My favorite line is "Silence roaring where there once was song."|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This brought me insight into your world and the feelings you share are real and not imagined. Your work is always much appreciated and nice pic of you too. Thanks for sharing Lori.
|Reviewed by Peter Paton
You have returned home....where your heart is...:)
God Bless You