Visitors To The Fair

Visitors To The Fair short poem

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Someone dropped a gun
in the crowd – it clattered like candy

garish glare of night-time marquees
scent of every onion in the world sautéing

adults walking on, a mobile forest of legs
intent on getting somewhere doing something

a kid about twelve looking for fun
snatching the gun up like a piece of licorice

before you could wonder
is the safety on, start of a trackmeet

it went blam and blam again
woman screams a high whinny no one should make

nothing like the sound
her slack body hitting the ground then fingers scrabbling

kid turns the barrel like an accusation
held so close his shirt caught on fire, blam

all in slow motion on the news
grainy footage unable to strip the events of power

guy who dropped it had no license
if only he didn’t feel like he had to invite death along

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Shreya Das

The incident has been very well brought out with words. Very deep indeed. But just curious, did you witness any such incident yourself?

Laya Sarath

Loved it..I could visualize the whole thing 🙂

adults walking on, a mobile forest of legs

Wonderful usage

Steve S

Beautiful, effervescent expression.


Yes in mastery of words you have depicted how the gun is like a toy in some
places children do not understand and yes yes be kept far away from the weapon
of death.

ammu sachariah


Savi Mani

nice poem, beautiful use of words, the innocence of child, well depicted, i faintly remember something like this had happened somewhere …….not the gun but may be some bomb, the child will be scarred for rest of his life, his innocent lost the moment he triggered the gun innocently…….is this all we are going to give to our future generation.!!!!!
wonderful poem…….

asoke kumar mitra

wonderful write…….very new style of fantasy and write……..


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