Word of the Day Challenge #57-Untitled Poem

Drawn ahead
brightly colored lights
calliope music loud in the night
fatigued feet plod
one in front of the other
as I hope for sustenance….. 
a place to rest for awhile.
Bursting into view
a gaudy whore
dressed for the evening
showing her wares for all to delight.
Freak Shows.
Big Top.
Lions.
Tigers.
And Bears.
Rides with screaming patrons
games rigged for all to loose
beneath it all
a sultry rhythm calls.
Enticed
hunger rising through me
blood pulses in my ears
I lust
following the song
knowing
I am where I am to be 
at this time.
Sandalwood scented smoke
satin raised tent
room for one
I look around
for the ballad has come to an end.
Senses clearing
eyes wide open
I come awake
unsure how I arrived here
why I had come here
wanting only to hear that melody once more.
Snagged by a song
plunged into chaotic circles
now a sullied chick-a-de
loving my bizarre life
you must come and see.
©Sept. 2/19
Picture via Pinterest

Word of the Day Challenge #52-Untitled Poem

Come one come all
we have no age restrictions
there are rides here for everyone.
Games to delight the young ones
Tunnel of Love
for all the wicked ones.
Blood red heart
valentine cartoon shape
pierced through with barbed arrow
can you see
the blood oozing from the hole
rather graphic is it not?
Canvas creaks
ropes strain
wind creeps up whistling
clown faces loll
dressed in frowns
back away
turn and run.
Skip through the darkness
heart raging in your chest
panic rising
squeals caught in your throat
do not look back for you shall see
there is no escape
they are gaining on you.
Welcome new comer 
join our dance
the Circus of Horrors 
crowds into your thoughts.
Raging fear
eyes rolling back
thunder cracks
lightening rolls against darkened skies
torrential downpour
peppers your skin
hail the size of golf balls
next you know
the grass arises.
Awaken silver collar around
weak
salivating
smell dark blood
old blood around
canine teeth
deep growl
part of the Circus you have become.
©August 27/19
Picture via Pinterst