Trinket (meet me at the carnival pt 6)

Labyrinth of booths and tents and tables

Haphazard at best, colors and flags everywhere

Handwoven scarves and painted magnets

Silk-screened logos on tie-dyed shirts

Specialty soaps and hand-dipped candles

The handicapped kid makes exquisite paintings

“Cheapest rates if you switch to us”

Jewelry, knives, wooden puzzles and hats, hats, hats

“Best product out there, I’ve tried it myself”

Henna tattoos and your son as a tiger

Painted faces or palms for just a few bucks

But oh! that chair massage sure felt great!

Accepting donations at the local chapter’s table

Housewives selling poorly researched products

Modern day snake oil salesmen

tara caribou | ©2020

23 Comments on “Trinket (meet me at the carnival pt 6)

  1. This was quite biting you know. Despite keeping up with the merry, colorful carnival, but this is through the eyes of someone more cynical than the average carnival goer; someone less mesmerized by the garish colors and the blaring music; someone who looks at the veneer and the polish and the glitter and sees the decay, sees the cut corners, the rusted hinges, sees beyond the veil of shiny things and to the dark things beneath.

    A wonderful twist in one of my favourite series! 🙂

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  2. For me there are clear comparisons in this part to life being merely a carnival: “Cheapest rates if you switch to us”, ‘Housewives selling poorly researched products
    Modern day snake oil salesmen’
    Have we really descended to this, or is this how we have always been?
    Behind the luscious description lurks something more sinister, I feel.

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  3. I love this series! It really does remind a lot of going to carnivals when I was younger, but adds a darker lens due to your depictions of it.

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