I put a spell on you..
..now you’re mine..
The sultry voice of Nina Simone poured out of the Funhouse,
the Hall of Mirrors picking up fractals of light
from the Scream-O-Rama across from it, the voices
of the scared and the damned mingling in the night air with
“Turn around, come back!”, the echoes of the mirrors beckoned.
“Fall through the looking glass, Alice quite enjoyed her wonderland.”
(The hidden stars prayed:
Don’t look back, there’s nothing to see.
Don’t turn, just run, please stay free.)
“Are you enjoying your evening?”, a voice behind my curled
through the applause in the Freakshow tent.
My companions grip tightened slightly on my arm as an audible intake
of breath, then composure.
“Madame Destiny.”, he said in a steady voice, his grip still firmly
holding my arm.
I stumbled through an introduction as my eyes took in the most
stunning vision in white and red, her eyes piercing like quartz
while her lips moved like blood-red dreams.
She took my hand, the grip on my arm dropped. She looked down
at my other hand and the untouched cotton-candy residing in it.
“White, to tame the darkness and red the colour of mortal blood.
You have come a long way child, you must be hungry, the sweetest
taste of sugar will refresh, savour a bite, then you both must join me
for the show.”
“We were taking in the sights of the Midway, the Hall of Mirrors,
the rides, but we would be delighted to join you under the big top.”,
my companion took my arm again, drawing me protectively close.
A shiver ran through me at the mention of the Hall of Mirrors,
the hallucination at the Funhouse..premonition?
(The silent stars pierced the blackness with their cries:
Don’t do it. Find the magician. Turn and go. Can’t you
feel we aren’t there anymore?)
Perhaps I was a little hungry, light-headed even, the
mirrors were a witness to that.
I lifted the pomegranate cotton-candy to my lips
under the watchful eye of my companion and
The sugary strands, like silk evaporating on my tongue.
Sticky sweet intoxication, like it was running through
my veins, fueling the blood pumping from my heart.
A little more, so delicious..
My companion stroked my arm.
Madame Destiny smiled, her gaze never leaving my lips
as I continued to taste fate.
“A night of masks and mischief, the fates spin the Wheel
of Fortune. Welcome to the #DarkCircus my paradise.”
Cotton-candy nightmares turn to pomegranate dreams,
I feel like I am flying on a trapeze through the sky
yet my feet never leave the ground.
My companion runs a cold finger along my cheek
as he searches my eyes with his sheets of ice. He smiles
Inspired by the Twitter #MadVerse #MadCarnival
Prompts by @MadQueenStorm