Smorgasbord Poetry – The Lure of the Waltzer by Sally Cronin

I have been revisiting my poetry from my teen years and have added some of the life’s experiences gained in the intervening 50 years. This one takes me back to fourteen and the lure of the summer fairground along the seafront.. and one slick operator in particular.

The Lure of the Waltzer

Preparations take an hour to complete
With curlers, mascara and bright red lipstick
The adding of two years is quite a feat
As is the hairdo with the right little flick.

We sneak from the house without a goodbye
Heading for a forbidden destination
Very keen not to be caught in a lie
But we are obsessed with a fascination.

We loiter along the rails of the ride
With the others who have a similar aim
To walk away with a swagger of pride
Being winner of this particular game

Black-haired and blue-eyed with a rakish air
He knows the effect he inflicts on his prey
As he deigns to spin a customer’s chair
And rotates his hips with an arrogant sway

Spellbound we wait for him to catch our eye
All desperate to be singled out as the one
And when he does, and smiles, you almost die
From the joy of having your time in the sun

The Gypsy boy on the waltzer is god
But we know to only worship from afar
For we have heard tales of those he has awed
And have then ventured far too close to this star.

But the excitement and danger is bliss
For young girls exploring tales of the bad boys
To test new found womanhood with a kiss
Now that we have stopped playing with a child’s toys.

He grins as he whirls faster and faster
For he has finally selected a date
Let it be me, and not the disaster
Of him deciding that he fancies my mate.

To my relief he ignores both of us
And with virtue intact we leave for the day
Plotting next moves on the top of the bus
To win at this fun game of love we all play.

©sallycronin2017

Image: From Wikimedia Commons, the free media repository

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About Smorgasbord - Variety is the Spice of Life.

My name is Sally Cronin and I am doing what I love.. Writing. Books, short stories, Haiku and blog posts. My previous jobs are only relevant in as much as they have gifted me with a wonderful filing cabinet of memories and experiences which are very useful when putting pen to paper. I move between non-fiction health books and posts and fairy stories, romance and humour. I love variety which is why I called my blog Smorgasbord Invitation and you will find a wide range of subjects. You can find the whole story here. Find out more at https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com/about-me/

46 thoughts on “Smorgasbord Poetry – The Lure of the Waltzer by Sally Cronin

  1. Wow! Your poetry, at 14, was so sophisticated. I could feel each of those emotions. It was as though I were standing right there with you. Glad to know you weren’t “taken” by that gypsy god. Although, life is somewhat like a carnival. 🙂

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  2. Oh Sally.. This took me back to the days the Fair would come to our nearest Town.. I so remember those hair curlers and backcombing that took place too.. And it seemed every Fair had the most handsomest of men on the Waltzer always dark and swarthy .. And he would home in on the pretty girls to spin them ever faster to their giddy heights.. LOL..
    Sadly I remember only too well and coming off the Waltzer and feeling very ill LOL..

    Have a great day.. Loved your poem Sally… ❤ Thank you for taking me back for a spin.. 🙂

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  4. Let me just paraphrase the song: “Those were the times, my friend
    ” We thought they’d never end…..
    Lovely walk along the memory lane, Sally!
    Carmen

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  5. Every country seems to have its teenage lure. For me, it was on the basketball court. When observing, would he notice I was the one cheering the loudest? When playing, would he notice my slick moves? Similar desires in choir, but with Sister Therese and Father Gregory conducting, we had to be somewhat furtive 🙂 You were a very skilled writer at age 14, Sally. It’s no surprise how adept you are now ❤

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  6. That was brilliant, Sally. I loved the Waltzers and it was a kind of honour to be singled out by the handsome young lad, especially if he span you round more than anyone else! I would imagine that he took a chance with some if his dates if they got a bit queasy after too much spinning!

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