I am working on pairing my poetry with my paintings or photographs. I wrote the poem "The Journey" and then I photographed this hobbyhorse in Brooklyn. http://joan-reese.artistwebsites.com/featured/brooklyn-hobby-horse-joan-reese.html
by Joan Reese
Rushing for first choice
Glossy red and gold carrousel horse
Slides high then low
On polished pole.
Bells, whistles, hundreds of blinking lights.
Tightly held by adventurous spirits.
Cushioned benches cradle timid souls.
Merry Go Round
Goes round and round
Up and down, up and down
My horses’ colors fade;
Jerks, sticks, squeaks.
Leather strap holds me captive.
My head dizzy like a spinning top.
“Let me off,” my voice loss
Among organ music filled air.
In the basement of my mind, I’m crying
“It’s all a mistake,
I didn’t buy a ticket!