Return to Found Objects: A Life In A Travelling Circus (poetry)

The [funfair], always too small, [tacky plastic]
Sun coated rails and [blistered] paint jobs
Made the [fertile ground] of my [childhood]
The always green side

The [roller coaster], cheap wood rusted nails
Smelt like early [autumn] when the fire hit
Made the air taste burnt [marshmallow] for days
Colouring my [tongue]

With sugar and [card tricks] twisted touching
My gums ‘til the [cheap ink] tainted my grin
And bled back into the gaps in my teeth
Completing my [smile]

[Children’s games], when the ring kissed metal
Electric arcs formed like [bumper cars] dancing
I still fingertip trace lines of the maze
Catching [static shocks]

Making our hair stand on end like [candy floss]
Strands whipping as we [waltzed] in the [big top]
As the [rain] poured through the hole in the roof
[Rivers made puddles]

Splashing as children in [yellow raincoats]
Catching the rainwater in our [hoods]
Making the puddles seas so we could [swim]
[Dive as acrobats]

Grasping for your [hand] as you swam hard
[Kicked] strong when I suggested [safety nets]
Your smile reminded me of [clown paint]
I still miss that hue