Inferno On Our Midway

Inferno On Our Midway

A Poem by C. Johnson
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The abandoned theme park of yesteryear would seem a perfectly

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The Ferris Wheel once towered
Over our abandoned park
With spindly spines aloft,
But bicycle spokes to us,
Dominated only by our pride,
The ivy,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...

And in that long-spun Carousel
Of our abandoned park,
Despite chipped paint,
We rode the pastel stallions,
Broken only by our innocence,
The mesquite,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...

The roller coaster once had power
Over our abandoned park.
The cloud-worthy cars,
Just fog-worthy,
Struck still only by our wishes,
The thorns,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze...

And when you fell down, down,
From our abandoned park,
From the trestled tracks we strode,
Your memory had gone blind,
Diseased,
And of course, swiped.
Stolen...

The Midway once had charm
In my abandoned park,
Taken only by a fall, the brambles,
And of course, the inferno,
The blaze which stole away the rest
As I waltzed into the flames.

© 2008 C. Johnson


Author's Note

C. Johnson
Please ignore any grammar/spelling errors.

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Though it went up in flames, the memory of it all remains! Very sad, but sweet imagery here! Very nice style!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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C. Johnson
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I'm an artistic soul, using visuals to convey how I truly feel. I love history and love it even more so when portrayed right. I love eclectic styles and vintage french posters. Old coins, unconvention.. more..

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