Roundabout
The playground roundabout
Thick painted with every hue
Graffiti scrawled declaring love
Draws the rider, enticing
With promises of exhilaration
Turning slowly, the ride
Creates excitement and joy
Laughter, shared fun
Grabbing for the handle
As the speed increases
Dizziness arrives
Spiralling inwards
White knuckled hands grab
Survival overcomes
Thoughts pressed back
Spinning insistent
Until control is lost
A centrifugal force
Tentative toes
In leather shoes
Scrape and scuff
Slowing the ride
Applying the brakes
Revolving energy
The rider jumps
Separating from the
Merry- go –round
Finding stability
Re – finding the ground
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