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Season Pass

Price of admission.
Price of love.
A ticket costs
a mere two bits,
or maybe just a promise.

Take it on faith;
faith in you.
Take a risk.
Risk it all.
Not responsible
for injuries
or harm.

Admit one.
Admit nothing.
Admittance costs,
for when we admit our fears,
we confess our sins:
sins of omission
sins of commission
mortal
venial
banal

More sinned against
than sinning,
but still my fault, 
my fault,
my most grievous fault.

So here's your ticket
(heart-shaped)
crumpled,
torn in two.
It will get you nothing now
except a question.
Toss it in the fairground muck
with the lollypops
and fairy dust;
debris of useless dreams.
No one will be admitted.
The turnstiles are all locked,
and that was the final ticket,
now trampled underfoot.

This is a Sunday Scribblings post.

7 comments:

oldegg said...

That ticket seems to gain you nothing but disappointment. The way I read it, it seems almost nightmarish like being on a fairground ride and wanting to get off but you cannot. A very dark piece indeed.

February 17, 2013 at 4:58 AM
jaerose said...

I love this carnival ticket it turns and spins a lollipop carousel..the torn paper heart..the weight of blame..makes those prancing horses heavy..but they still turn..

February 17, 2013 at 5:11 AM
Susan Helene Gottfried said...

Yes! yes!

This one deserves wider publication, Ann.

February 17, 2013 at 6:33 AM
Robyn Greenhouse said...

That ticket held a lot in one season!

February 17, 2013 at 12:23 PM
Josie Two Shoes said...

Very well done! Yes, a ticket to love is most certainly a game of chance. I like to think that it works out more often than it doesn't, or at least that everyone gets a winning ticket at some point in their lives. We can't give up, the prize might be just beyond our line of vision!

February 17, 2013 at 2:34 PM
Berowne said...

Savvy and apt and rather moving...

February 17, 2013 at 3:34 PM
Alice Audrey said...

Gives me a feeling of a sad carnival, especially the ticket trampled underfoot.

February 18, 2013 at 4:48 PM