Picture taken at the East Coast Park, Singapore.

I would have thought that the carousel with all its gaudy colours and fascinating designs would bring many back to a time in their childhood days, a remembrance of the carefree. Imagine my surprise when I tried to look for a poem that would describe my poignant feelings for the carousel and the exuberation of riding on one and I found none!

Instead, the carousel has been described as “smashing through your innocence, as you hold onto a past time” and associated with negativity – “Lost life and lost lovelines encircle camp on the carousel of karma and shattered dreams.” And so i attempted to write one that spoke my feelings.

The carousel went round and round
playing the hypnotic tune that drove me wild.
I forgot about the world outside
when on these colourful horses I ride.
The wind whispered urgently in my ear,
“You are going too fast my dear!”
But what I couldn’t see, i had no fear.
Then the music stopped and died,
the lights dimmed and refused to light.
Still I stood watching and refused to leave,
here I promise myself another day, another time, another moment like this.

I want to visit all the notable carousels in the world.