Ballade of the Tilt-A-Whirl

Matthew R. Callies

The Tilt-a-Whirl spins through a carnival night,

Its carriages dance on a whirling stage.

With colors flashing, hearts take sudden flight,

And thrill-seekers scream with unbound rage.

The world becomes a dizzy, twisted page,

Where laughter rings above the screaming crowd.

Each turn a tempest, free from fear or cage,

The Tilt-a-Whirl calls aloud.

 

Metal arms swing like the tides of fate,

The seats collide with wild, chaotic glee.

No mind can calm, no hand can slow its gait,

Yet in the whirl, pure joy is always free.

Time melts away, a fleeting ecstasy,

In loops and dips that make the brave feel proud.

All who dare ride must meet their destiny,

The Tilt-a-Whirl calls aloud.

 

Through spinning nights and neon-colored haze,

The music pulses like a beating heart.

In dizzy arcs, each soul forgets their ways,

And gravity itself seems torn apart.

The ride invites both timid and the smart,

To yield to thrills the world cannot enshroud.

Yet all return, their spirits set apart,

The Tilt-a-Whirl calls aloud.

 

Envoi:

Prince, grant your knights a ride both fierce and loud,

Through twists that make the very night unbowed.

Let courage meet the carriages’ mad art,

The Tilt-a-Whirl calls aloud.

  • Author: Matthew R. Callies (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2025 10:05
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  • sorenbarrett

    Now I have to say that I have never read a poem about a tilt-a-whirl before. This one was very descriptive and a fun ride in and of itself. Well done Matthew



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