theme park on a windy day

brown and red lighted carousel
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The people huddle underneath the arches of

Arcades and KFCs, full to bursting

As the wind and rain drives through.

Theme park staff in posh blue coats,

Hoods up and heads lowered, point towards

The rides that still are open even though

The riders close their eyes and scream

In pain as raindrops pelt their faces

Leaving cheeks so red they glow,

And clothes soaked through, queues

For the great big dryers, that give us half a chance

Of getting dry, comfortable,

The chance of leaving with no flu.

At lunch time we all sit in silence,

Eating burgers that were warm, twenty minutes back,

Now they’re cold and limp, sad,

A bit like us.

It reaches four and people start to turn,

Giving up on old ideas of fun, of smiles

Of staying warm. Better to just quit,

Slouching out to car parks emptying at speed.

We sit inside, heaters blasting, windows steaming,

Trying hard to find the will

To make that drive back home.

the haunted house

abandoned ancient antique architecture
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We’re theme park people in my family,

You may go to museums or restaurants

Or visit cities like Paris and Madrid.

But we love the thrill of the parks where people will pay

To scream til they cry and spin til they’re sick.

We love the rumble of coasters like jets

Circling the skies and calling our names,

And we hanker for stalls selling hot dogs and coke

That fizz in our bellies as we whirl round and round.

But I have a favourite that sits in far reaches

Of parks in the woods, barely featured on maps,

In houses filled with cobwebs, surrounded by tombstones.

It’s the haunted homes that pull me in

To ghoul filled ballrooms and basements stacked

With coffins and women wailing for their long lost loves.

These are the places that will incite intrigue

More than any corkscrew or loop the loop,

The ghost train through the haunted house

Will always hold a place in this pitch black heart.

life is made of moments such as these

Revel in the rich and varied tapestry

That stretches through one day.

There’ll always be colours you do not like

But every so often you’ll stumble upon

A thread of gold that has woven through,

And it is then that we sigh

And say, ‘aaaaahhh, it was worth it.’

We did go to the theme park today and it was ok. I posted this picture on social media, and once again, it got me thinking about the way that life is made up of the moments you choose to embrace.

We both look really happy in this photo on the river rapids, and we were. But what this photo doesn’t show is that Noah almost fainted with heat stroke before we’d even made it through the entrance. And then I suffered the same fate a couple of hours later.

I don’t want to make this a post about social media only being a show reel of all the best bits, because we all know that to be true. But we do need to hold onto the best bits in our own mind.

Really, this is nothing revelatory, but I just felt it necessary to say that when I look back on today, I’ll remember the fun (and possibly a little laugh that both of us are such losers that we almost died of heat stroke when it was less than thirty degrees outside).

I had fun even though it was far from a perfect day. I hope that you also had a slightly shitty day that you are able to see the brighter side of. They’re always the best kind of days.

Much Love

Rachel xx