spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Pay the tiny man a pretty penny
Pull back the flap, eyes wide no blinking
Fifty pounds of piercings glitter and gleam
Makes one wonder how he sleeps
Two for the price of one
Three legs, two torsos, two heads
Will she ever find love outside of this tent?
Tattooed scales writhe across his skin
Filed teeth and a forked tongue slithering
Her skin stretches beyond belief
Fire doesn’t burn him
Darbos the Monkey Girl swings from a ledge
Body parts preserved in jars line the back wall
Well placed lighting and a scratchy record
A night of horrors revisits you long after you leave
tara caribou | ©2020
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Loving this carnival ride, Tara.
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Awesome! I’m so glad you are.
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Love this, definitely up there with Pt1.
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Sweet! I’m glad you’re enjoying it, John.
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I am loving my stroll through this carnival. The freakshow plays out like a walk through a tunnel, beset on both sides by the freaks making up the show – snapshots of eye-kick details jumping out at you like a never-ending nightmare. What fun!
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I thought so too! I’m glad you’re liking it.
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Liking it? I am LOVING it!
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That makes me happy.
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I am a Carney at Heart. Did know an Aligator Lady and her son a good Clarinet player.
Love this post.
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Cool. I had a lot of fun with this series. I have at least one more to post.
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This is one exhibit I never visited because I’m a scaredy cat. Lol
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LOL that’s okay. You can live through the poem haha!
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Love the vivid character imprints that really leap out at the reader – great immersive world-building!
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Thanks Tom! It was a fun series to write.
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Wonderfully captured, and so Victorian, but I can’t escape the metaphor here for the horrors of youth, which both ties in and contrasts with all that has gone before. Really enjoying the ride, Tara.
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I sort of wanted to highlight the macabre with the garishness. So glad that worked for you ☺️
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Tara this series brings back such memories for me, as a child lived close to the Exhibition grounds and saw it all, worked there as a teenager (annual two week carney) but the ‘freakshow’ you nailed it, pull back the flap….. wonderful series
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This makes me very happy! That I was able to remind you of the younger days… thanks for sharing that!! 😁
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I am enjoying this carnival series 🙂
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Thanks my Puppeteer friend! I’m glad that it’s working for you. 😁
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Intense images. Such a strong setting.
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Thanks Benjamin… so glad you enjoyed this one.
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Welcome 🙂
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