At the fair



Warm winds blow across the common

and happy feet run to and fro

between revolving fairground rides

Perpetual browsers study

old books, laid out on grubby stalls

as they look back to their childhood

A child runs up and takes a hand

and draws it instantly away

to join again with the new age

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
This entry was posted in Flash, Poem and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s