The Soul's Retreat

Carousel

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

When I walk along the ‘prom’
At home, here by the sea,
The spinning carousel there
Brings such memories to me.

Sometimes, I buy a ticket
Just to ride my favourite mare,
And we gallop back to childhood days,
Where I lived, without a care!

The seduction of the music
The enchanting organ sound.
The sweet intoxication
Of being whirled around.

The vibrant, living colours,
Scarlet, yellow, edged in gold,
Add to the enchantment
And the magic, many-fold!

I become a little girl again,
Wind fluttering through my hair,
I surrender to the feelings
Often hid, but always there.

And if I ride at twilight,
All the horses are aglow
With multi-coloured lights,
Making such a wondrous show.

Then as the ride slows down
And the music starts to fade
I return to present times
Leaving behind the masquerade.

I step down to the concrete path
I’ve had my bit of fun!
It’s back to earth now, with a bump –
Must get the shopping done!

~ ~ ~

I (and my husband, Steve) have been known to do this, and although people give us a wry smile at first, there have been times when they have obviously thought ‘oh what the heck’ and climbed onto one of the horses themselves and had some fun!
It does your soul good to break out once in a while, and do something crazy when the moment takes you….

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