Teenagers,
burning moths
screeching
(Multi-coloured bulbs
flash past,
blazing)
yelling their fears to laughter.
Excitement,
twitching in the creaking
muscles
of greased-up machinery.
Rusting 1950s iron
pushed to its whirling limits.
Rawk-aaand-roooooooll!,
Where age-old fun
gets spun
for a week
before it has to leave town,
because
once you hit
your teenage peak,
You gotta go!
The funfair, the nightspark,
it is what we think we once were.
Rawk-aaand-roooooooll!, nice…
what we think we once were. ha. yeah at times…nice textures of the fair you picked up in this…i think it does remind me a bit of the magic of anything possible at the fair…
yelling fears to laughter.. yep…fun fairs can work as kind of an outlet for piled up teenage emotions..loved to go there with my classmates – always felt a bit like two kinda unreal worlds met…and we were…and sometimes are still.. good write brian
I like the sounds of the funfair and nightspark ~ It remains part of our growing years ~ Thanks for sharing this ~
http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.ca/2012/05/at-fair.html
Peer pressure at any age..
I reckon I’ll get some roasted chestnuts or cotton candy instead.
Oh, I so know those creaking bits of machinery…. LOL
What a fun read, thanks!
I think there’s a better piece to be written playing on the irony of youngsters magnetised to the excitement of the funfair which is creaking with age and expectation, but thanks for the vote of confidence !
yeah, I used to go to the fair all the time in the summer when I was in HS. Seems like every weekend in the summer had a fair or two going on and then the big one at the end. Really like the way you went with the prompt. Great job. Thanks
I was a bit of a scared kid, attracted to the funfairs by the music and lights but frightened of the scarier rides, liked the sideshows like shooting or coconut shies and the dodgems
Very thought-provoking piece… especially like this part-
The funfair, the nightspark,
it is what we think we once were
Thanks Laurie, seemed to roll out a bit on seeing the prompt but only kicked in nearer the end… I think the idea was better than the write but had fun doin it
i really like the image of the 1950s rust.. powerful
/roller coaster of dysfunction
And no irony that youth flock for excitement to a place clanking with old machinery
“The funfair, the nightspark,
it is what we think we once were.”
Love this, it so accurately expresses the heat and spark of the fair’s festival and it’s proximity to at least how we remember being.
Thanks CV, for your kind words, stop by again!
Yes, that is exactly right. I especially relate to the rusting iron. I liked this a lot, Brian.
Rusting 1950s iron is me all over, glad you liked it Patti.
Like this a lot … and some great …. lines twitching in the creaking/muscles/of greased-up machinery … and excellent last line finish
Thanks for the read and the comment P, glad you found something to like… I’ve been buzzing round your stuff too… Much to enjoy there:-)
Nice sound and visual play
Thanks for the read and comment, John.
That’s half the battle, then
cheers!
Love this! You catch the excitement and we’re gonna live forever attitude of the teenager amid the color and noise of the fair! Excellent write!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2012/05/26/all-wide-eyed-and-loving-me/
Cheers Charles , I was never greatly enamoured of fairgrounds when young… Too much of an other worldly place for an already groundless kid like me
Excellent closing line–I love your spin (no pun intended) on the prompt. My fair experience was so much more grounded; I think I would have been enamored with your fair…
Thanks for the visit Julie , will repay it in kind… Ta