Today’s poem for Paul Brookes’ April poetry challenge was inspired by Gaynor Kane’s photo of Salthill fairground. You can read all the poetry on Paul’s blog.

Thrills

The spectacle of risk,
fear of falling, dying,
the precipice edge,
once enacted
with no blunted weapons,

is now sugared with candy floss,
children’s laughter,
the simulation of risk
in waltzing teacups,

and the prize is not glory
but a cheap, grinning
teddy bear.