A fire raged in the darkness that resembled a postcard sent from hell
It was destroying the once beautiful vision that was the old town Carousel
Large striking white horses that in the past stood like angels in the night
Were all now fiercely burning as they cast an eerie sight
The smell of the charred wood and the plume of ash in the air
Left a tearjerking memory to the workers on the fair
A disturbing Insight into mindlessness certain people possess
The flames rose in the air caused by those who couldn’t care less
Blistering heat was getting stronger with every hour that past
The sounds of loud sirens finally filled the air at last
Gone was the wonderful paintwork resembling times gone by
Now there were black patches that made the ancients cry
What now for the old Carousel?
With so many stories yet to tell
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HI CHAZ - I'M BRIANSODES !
Love your poem - rhyming couplets give it great rhythm. I'm a performance poet and it is great to recite out loud - it has the rhythm of a Carousel. I love Carousels and ride them whenever I can. They are nostalgic and unique - everyone different. This is a sad poem of a real event but also a comment on "Modern Society" which does not value "Heritage". What it does not burn it razes to the ground and replaces beauty with mindless and meaningless modernism. Thanks for sharing and caring - it made me cry ! BRIAN
Thanks briansodes really appreciate that
Your words painted a picture... a mixture of nostalgia and tragedy. A well crafted poem indeed.
Thanks MsMermaid, nice name by the way
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