Spooky and spellbinding, crimsin. I like it. You capture the magic within the spell. 🙂

First line fifth stanza, did you mean “summon”?
This was fascinating…and as Tim said…very spooky.
I love the idea of “stalking my vision”!
j.

Powerful work. You nailed it.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

It was not your time to ride on the wheel. At least not that wheel, since we are riding our own wheel of life right now. ;))

You are a natural story teller. The underlying narrative of waiting, the anticipation, is that which separates the human from the beast. I grew up in a seaside town where the fair was the pulse of the streets and held the beat of human existence. Excellent write.

Once I started reading I couldn’t stop. Great writing, Roma.

Damn, this is good. Sometimes we are only allowed to watch, to look up, to imagine.
But our time to ride will eventually come.
You create an interesting mood, with a carnival ride without the carnival or crowd and a ticket booth that is there but really isn’t. Almost like we are enticed to buy a ticket, but the dream just suddenly disappears.
Excellent piece…
So good to read you again.
j.

I have a fear of heights, so I would never climb on board, although gladly stand in awe and watch. Very nicely narrated piece RomaJ. Reminds me of the Ferris wheel in Torquay, in the west of England that I am very happy to watch while sipping my breakfast tea when on holiday.

Chris

Superb work. You bring this to life. I was on Writer’s Cafe as well.

It depends on what the metaphor of the ferris wheel means. One way to see it as dying, death as it has those “golden rays”. In which case, NO don’t get on, no matter how bright and tempting it may be. On the other hand if the ferris wheel is metaphor for life, then the longer you wait to ride, the more you will miss out on, those regrets and what ifs. Even a fear of heights (you mentioned in one of your replies) can only be overcome by facing it. I too have a fear of heights, but I went to the top of the Sears Building in Chicago and forced myself to look out and down. I held on to the railing extra tight. The vertigo kicked in, but I didn’t fall nor faint. Next time I am going to leave go of the railing and have someone hold me up!!! … lol

Anyway. thanks for the vertigo and a wonderful poem Roma.
-Curt

Beautifully penned, Roma. Amazing storytelling my friend with such stellar imagery. Excellent. Appreciate you.

Damian

“…I left her unapproached…”
The best line I’ve read in some time RomaJ.

Greetings,

Magnificent piece. This lured me in and kept me intrigued from start to finish. The words captivate and the delivery was well executed.

Hahah You needed Cliff Notes to read the book. This is good.;))

Book covers are meant to draw you in even if the book itself is rubbish.
I used to plough through books even if they were rubbish….not now.I give them about two chapters.If they haven’t got me by then,it’s arrivederci.
Our partners should be treated the same….lol

I have three books I would like to return. Is that possible.
I must have missed something in those synopses.
j.

Reading has its dangers lol. Can’t help feeling this poem is going to be relatable to many. Made me smile you did Tim.

Chris

Clever, funny, and painfully relatable – This is the kind of truth you laugh at because it hurts a little. haha
The final line is brilliant.

So you didn’t read any articles, you just looked at the pictures…LOL

Cleverly penned, Tim. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

So true! A 20 yr old boy at my local market goes on and on about the girl he is going to marry. They met on the Internet a few months ago and met up in person twice. You can’t suggest he slow down. So often, we think we know it all. I was going to be happy when I escaped my .
mother’s home. First hubby was as violent and crazy as her.

I love this. I never read in depth the outline of the or their stories either. A great metaphor you gave loved it 😍

Superb work, my friend.