Garishly painted horses
dash up and down, round the carousel, maddened by mechanical pop
songs from yesteryear. White horses canter in the sea, strangled by
seaweed and stung by salt spray. No-one rides the carousel horses.
No-one swims with the white horses in the sea. No-one is around to
turn off the tinny music. The restless horses gallop endlessly in
their own little worlds, waiting for the freak high tide that will
bring them together.
Previously published on Paragraph Planet
4 comments:
merry-go-round
not as old as
I used to be
a disconcerting image all round - good one!
Very fine images, well written!
Nice image, a merry-go-round is a metaphor for many and some sadly have to wait for the water to come to them instead of breaking free and seeking it for themselves.
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