The Demon Horse on the Carousel

The Demon Horse on the Carousel

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The trucks came in with the travelling show

To the heart of our western town,

They set their tents in the twilight glow

And circled the wagons round,

While we, the boys of the neighbourhood

Were watching with minds alight,

The girls in the pearl bikini’s

Who would brave the trapeze that night!

 

The light sprang out of a million bulbs

In yellow and pink and green,

Lighting the booths of the grinning clowns

That you rolled a ball between,

A Carny carolled, ‘A Penny a shy!’

And leered, with his gold-capped teeth,

Like a hungry shark at the fattest Mark,  

But with eyes of a petty thief!

 

And then the music began to stir

Like a grind from an organ song,

The puffing steam of the calliope

As the crowd began to throng,

While horses bucked and lowered their heads

The Carousel went by,

Riding on into the future as

It left us, high and dry.

 

I stayed all night by the Carousel,

Watching the people ride,

Off to a magical future where

No-one grew old, or died,

The organ stuttered its music

And the steam puffed by in clouds,

As a big black horse by the inner rail

Stood wrapped in a sheet-like shroud!

 

Nobody rode that noble horse,

Nobody even tried,

The Barker motioned the folks away

When they strayed to the horse’s side,

But I stood still and hypnotised

To watch as it rose and fell,

Its mane a-stream like the darkest dream,

As dark as the deepest well!

 

I waited until they called - ‘Last ride,

The last ride for the night!’

I paid my money and climbed aboard

And went for the horse - ‘Midnight!’

The Barker stood with his back to me

Was calling the ride aloud,

So I hid beside the great black horse,

Pulled off the enveloping shroud!

 

The ride was off and away, I leapt

And clung to the horse’s mane,

Its head was tossing so high and proud,

This horse had never been tame!

The stars were high in the midnight sky,

The Moon was up and about,

But then the music began to change,

And the lights of the ride went out.

 

The wind blew up and the world went by

And the Carousel spun round,

I couldn’t see past the horses head,

We seemed to be far from the ground,

The horse got rid of its wooden pole

Whinnied, while shaking its head,

Then turned to look at the boy on its back,

And the glass in its eye glowed red.

 

The music suddenly turned around

Ran backwards around the rig,

Just like a mad asylum sound,

It seemed like a whirligig,

While ‘Midnight’ galloped on through the stars

And bucked and pranced in the air,

And I grew sick with a deadly fear

I’d be thrown off its back out there!

 

The ride continued for hour on hour,

We travelled down to the core,

I saw some visions of what might be…

I don’t want to see any more!

‘Just take me back to the town,’ I cried,

‘Just let my nightmare be!’

The horse looked on me with glowing eyes,

I’d swear that he pitied me!

 

The lights came on in the Carousel,

The horse, it came to a stop,

I slipped and fell from the horse’s back,

And the Barker helped me up.

I felt so stiff I could barely move,

The man said, ‘and that’s why…

We never let fellows as old as you

Take the Demon Horse for a ride!’

 

David Lewis Paget

© 2012 David Lewis Paget


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What a splendiferous fashion! The way that you wrote out the Carousel ride made me feel as though I was riding upon the fury of a black horse through a black-starlit sky, filled with wonders . . . then only to emit a chuckle filled with a kind of non-sequitur as I was brought back to the kids ride. Truly enrapturing!

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This was an awesome write.. I loved it :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Well written poem. You capture such beautiful imagery and even the rhythm flows nicely. No forced rhyme that I can see. I love the analogy on the horse and the story itself. Glowing eyes, I picture them to be red. Brilliant poem.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Wow David, this was really good. The flow and rhythm metered, makes it breezed from the lips, and the story line of this poem is so so enchanting; it has the charm of a storied classic for sure.

Great Write!!!
RLG,
Tommy

This piece was referred by Tate Morgan, via the Referral Group…


Posted 7 Years Ago


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You sure took me for a ride, I could almost smell the popcorn and cotton candy in the air! You never disappoint, David.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Thank you Tate for sending me here. I took delight in reading this work aloud. Beyond magnificent!

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Wow very interesting tale; I'ml kind of speechelss an it seems to be the usual. It seems so flawless and yet also intriguing so I thank you for the great read and well done to a perfect flow and concept of creativity with your writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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this is the most modern-day powerful piece i've read in 2 years my friend!

flawless... absolutely flawless.

i can sense the coming, pounding puff,
and the whaling worlds a due...
the dreams of lanterns turned out, and off...
the galloping ghost was you!

in haste to leave the world behind,
upon a speeding whirl of dust...
the worldly passions, undefined,
of melted pearls and lust!

my friend... i got high reading this!

bravo!


Posted 8 Years Ago


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I'm not even sure what to review this with. It's a story written in poet's form so well you can be pulled into it. You can smell funnel cakes and see those flashing lights. And the Carasol looms ahead with 'Midnight' standing straight in front. With an omnious loom.

This is great.

-Marie Riorden

Posted 8 Years Ago


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your style is developed poeticness that always captures my imagination ina big way, it the craft feels of another place and time.


Posted 8 Years Ago


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Wow, the title dragged me into reading this! Interesting concept! great work!! _Paulette :)

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David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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