19 June 2012

The Carney Queen

Photograph ~ Diana Matisz

when dry sirocco winds
turn faces easterly
and blast-furnace heat
shrouds this forgotten periphery
of a steel town
the carney queen arrives
all flounced and gaudy
flashing neon teeth
in a rusty crooked smile
she lures you
to her carnal breast
woos you
with promises
of cotton-candied pleasures
and the ride-of-your-life
she takes you to the edge
and back
leaves you standing,
stunned
red-faced and titillated
empty pockets
empty-headed
wanting more
no one is safe
when the carney queen
comes to town


La Foire by Jacques Brel on Grooveshark

My thanks to Martin for his Jacques Brel suggestion.  The music is a perfect fit for this little piece of writing.  Please take a moment to read Martin's work here at Cemetery of Forgotten Poems.

6 comments:

  1. the carney queen was here but a week ago..the effects of her are still on the streets...empty ketchup packets and candied papers awaiting the street sweeper...bkm

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  2. Thanks so much for your comments, they are very much appreciated x

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  3. This early Jacques Brel song could match your beautiful poem ~> http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5rete_jacques-brel-la-foire-1953-english_music

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  4. Fantastic Martin! It's perfect and thank you for sharing it with me.

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  5. I'm glad that you like it : )

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