spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
A sticky path connects the labyrinth of tents
Discarded cups and corn dog sticks
Teeth nibbling hand-dipped corn on the cobs
Cotton candy art pressed into flowers
She blushes as you hand him six dollars
Her painted lips the same color as
The candied apple in her grip
Nostrils accosted by deep fried anything
Cookies, pickles, ice cream, elephant ears
Smoke billows from the barbecue truck
Blue ribbon ribs and a cup of secret recipe sauce
Sno cones color tongues blue
Gluttony quite overlooked three days a year
Wallet thinner yet heart happier
Memories made eating good food with loved ones
tara caribou | ©2020
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You brought me back to the innocence of a child experiencing the fair. No worries in the world, just laughter and showing off their blue tongues.
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Oh! That’s wonderful!! Be sure to check out the other four in the series for more childhood memories!
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I look forward to it.
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memories …
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Great, now I’m hungry for more junk food than my teeth or arteries can handle. Really wasn’t hoping for a sugar craving this time of night. Yes, this poem has done this. As with the other installments of this series, it is… delicious… GET IN MAH BELLEH!
Also, on a more serious and less ravenous note, I did love the image of cheap feel-good food bringing feel-good memories. All the colors of the concession stands, all the warm oranges and yellows, all the bright reds and pale turquoise all jump out at you as the “camera” pans around, snapshots of poisonously brilliant specks of pure color, cut, snap, cut, snap. The rapid-fire assault on the senses is almost as palpable as the memory-taste of sugar on my tongue.
(I am waiting for the next chapter with impatience. I have poured sugar on my nails and I am biting them in anticipation.)
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YESSS!! That’s EXACTLY what I saw in my mind as I wrote. What else would you like to see?
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I have a feeling that whatever you will choose to show me will be exactly what I want to see.
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Haha! True. True.
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ISN’T IT JUST?
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Yes. Yes it is.
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YES. CAN CONFURM.
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Gluttony is so disgusting. And wonderful.
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Hahaha! Truly! Yes, it is!!
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Beautiful depiction of childhood wonder at the funfair! You always paint these gorgeously vivid images that leap out at the reader – ‘Wallet thinner yet heart happier’ – perfect!
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Yes! These sorts of things are expensive but oh so worth it if you’re doing it with those you love.
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How lovely. Thank you, Tara.
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Glad you enjoyed this!
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