The Merry-Go-Round Poem by kara towe

The Merry-Go-Round starts to turn as Bachs’ Toccata Adagio and figure in C begins to play.
It slowly picks up speed as the tempo rises.
Up and down in a circular motion, the brightly ornamented horses begin their pace.
Steadily they arrive to a rushing stampede.
Brightly lit bulbs of vibrant colors are mirrored as the race continues.
Around and around I ride on my steed soon I find myself going top speed.
As the outside world whirls by, ever changing with each catch of the eye, I find myself gliding through the air being exhilarated, wind blowing through my hair.
I reach out to catch, with every spin, the brass ring.
Filled with anticipation, I reach again and again knowing that others are trying to grasp the same thing.
The hope of attaining it fills my heart with joy.
Painted horses with exuberant colors all around me, tinted lights blurred in motion, transcends my soul into a whimsical being.
Timeless is the moment illuminating my spirit.
At last, I am free!