Winter Wonderland by Nathan Evans
The fairground beckons
In waves of saturated colour,
Burnt sugar,
And subterranean sounds of pleasure.
‘Come over.’
But we’re happy here
Across the water,
Not needing its pleasures
And its terrors.
For, though it would appear
Our breath is all that stirs
This cold night air,
We’re already on a rollercoaster -
With no safety bar
Except each other.
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