sounds like an ordinary day...
an end of season...
the thrill..the pent up worth of it
like roosters and crows
vying for the all...

and the mom's
happy with them in tote
and when grown
waiting for the call...

my flesh and blood
for fathers
we create
but we do not have
what women own
the bond

love of a child for its mother
is special
like that of a mother to child
if all is well

i remember i was allowed to go
to our little fair a few times
but she liked to keep us home
aware of the world

my favourite movie of my childs
when i still looked after her
before our war that broke us all
apart....was pinnochio
that island he visits

we have the conklins set up in our
city.....rides...games....an expensive
thing...but a fun moment

a good write Barbara

Thank You!

im working on letting go....many things.....means my arms are empty
and maybe able to hold something other then the fear based vestiges
i no longer really need.....

thank you!

in the light of recent events:-

Others get a call to pick them up at the precinct.
Or identify them at the morgue.

Tiny women sits behind a curtain [woman]
Carnival music and food double [in] price.
Police descend[s] on the crowd

I loved seeing through this little window into ordinary American way of life - it is full of energy, colour, fun and yet blighted with danger, suspicion and lawlessness. ( not excluding the police - who seem to be a law unto themselves ). I think you nicely highlight this paradox in the poem!

Charging double the price when the carnival's in town happens here in Britain too.

I can't see anything to critique :)

Great write

Love Mand xxxx

I'll just comment on the dark nature of this. Far darker than I'm used to seeing from you. I hope you don't stay that way, but return periodically to your lighter nature.
Good poem.

You have nicely given voice to your sentiments and as rightly commented by Mand drawn attention to the paradoxical scenarios happening in real time.

Regards,

I appreciate what you have said and can sense your mood. I wish for you brighter moments.

Regards,

The poem does have dark overtones and rather somber but, as I understand from your comments this is a reflection of the happenings in your own life and the fair is a metaphor for your life. I enjoy reading stuff that is a result of an inner churning. You have most definitely expressed the way you feel quite articulately.

Cheers

This though written with your usual good way, sounds as if you have become too sad with the things that are around you.
Walk with those that hold their children's hands, not those that are called to the precinct.
It is only fall at the moment it will be a long Winter of discontent as some-one once said lol.
Good write but stay happy, Yours Ian.T