De is hosting Quadrille Monday in the dVerse Poets Pub ~~ and it's all about LIGHT
She dances under a carnival tent
draped in tulle, this beauty burning
bright
smoke curls, phantom wisps, obscure her face
the Ferris wheel turns and plays its shadow game
glittering midway lights twirl in perfect sync
while I stand entranced, and mysteries freely flow
Standing entranced with you. Wonderful.
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and the mysteries freely flow amidst the lights
ReplyDeleteA great read, Helen! Your description is spot on for carney life.
ReplyDeleteI haven’t been to a carnival in a very long time, Helen – thank you for taking me there and entrancing me. I love the way that ‘smoke curls, phantom wisps, obscure her face’.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteThat is quite a transition in the mysterious light...
Hugs,
Mariette
"smoke curls, phantom wisps, obscure her face"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful descriptions, Helen. :)
So lovely. it seems like a breeze from the past.
ReplyDeleteI liked the sound of this
ReplyDeleteWhat an enchanting sight this is!
ReplyDeleteReminiscent of yesterday. Love all the word choices, Helen. Carnival fun it was but I still wonder how much fun it was for the performers. I hope they got something out of entertaining the mobs. Thanks so much for sharing. Blessings Helen. Selmamartin 😉
ReplyDeleteSo dreamy, Helen, and mysterious. It feels surreal to me.
ReplyDeleteEnchanted, Helen, by the beauty and the mystery!
ReplyDeleteI echo what Punam says.
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