Whitsunday Poetry: All The Fun Of The Faire

Whitsunday Life newspaper is endeavouring to give a voice to the region’s writers in this new, recurring poetry section which will publish original works of up to 40 lines.

In this first edition of Whitsunday Poetry, Whitsunday Life journalist Declan Durrant shares one of his own poems to “get the ball rolling”.
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All the fun of the faire; A sprinkle here and a sprinkle there, all the fun of the faire;

The carousel spins on

blue screens of neon light;

Ringing bells and singing twinkles

Tune out, staining mind;

Golden trinkets down thin vessels with

Frivolous disregard

Up and down, jacks, queens dance

It spins and spins and I daren’t look away;

Dry eyes and serpentine glances;

Time is not, place is far;

Dusk to dawn, the falling of the star

Passes.

Decrepit to my right, to the other

Few teeth and less sense;

It’s all for the fun of the faire, ay? All the fun of the faire.

The clinking of well-earned treasure

As it plinks down drains;

I do not care, nor do I dismay; I’ll get it back

Another day.

It’s all for the fun of the faire, ay? All for the fun of the faire.
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About the poet: Declan Durrant is a journalist of two years working at Whitsunday Life Newspaper who has published poetry, short stories, and cultural analysis at various online publications. His poem today comes from observations attained during university whilst working in a gaming room in Adelaide.

Readers’ poetry can be emailed to declan@mackayandwhitsundaylifenewspaper.com. Submissions should be in the body of the email, not as attachments.

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