Carnival Poem by Matt Mooney
Carnival
The half moon begins its harvest climb;
This night is sure to be as bright as day.
The turf fires kindle and flame into life
In the hillside homes this evening time.
From across the racecourse and the river
Carnival sounds drift in the still cool air
And rainbow rows of festive lights in town
Send up a crowning glow that spreads
And floods the gently sloping fields afar.
Metaphor festivity galore…into the ‘Into’ of Carnival [noetic] …thanks Sir… Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
This one warms the cockles of the heart. Further comment would spoil its perfection. Thanks! John
I love the language in here, I can hear the carnival and see the lights. Reminds me of Balboa in California. I've only been there twice; but there is a little ferris wheel all lit up at night, beside the ocean; it has a surreal feeling to it. Sort of little and homey and spacious all at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is a beauty, Matt. So rich in texture and fine images. Splendid.