Standing like a figure from some Twain adventure
i keep wondering when drubin’s gonna put beads in that hair
when the fires came up from the underworld
he spit them out with a harsh breath
i swear I have met the long-lost son of Redbeard
while the court jester and his sister wife
danced like crazed fire breathing beasts
pointing through the smoke
with five skull rings and a pair
ink pouring through the pours of his skin
a top hat with frayed edges
he said to his carny operarius
those are stars up in that sky
so let the jesters dance their dance
show the people in
they’re here for a show
let the unsuspecting come get their fill
of the midnight carnival
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PoetryMidnight Carnival
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Summary:
Step right up! Step right up.
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I’m curious about this poem. It’s intriguing. I’d like to know backstory if possible.
You write very well.
Thank you for taking a read and thank you for asking
This is an actual person. He runs a haunted house/fun house out on the edge of our community. I asked him if I could write something that was inspired by him. Wrote from a place of fear and loathing with equal parts hope and magic! That thing that draws you in even if you shouldn’t.
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