THE MARKET PLACE
by Frances Sheehan
Swirling, twirling spirals of colour invade our eyes with
That we share in the carnival displayed at The Market Place.
Vendors call out and children laugh joyfully at goods displayed…
Determined to tempt the desire of
Wanting, for its own sake and promise of sweet reward.
The Market Place, where happy smiling cheerful faces
Wander through its illustrious corridors,
Sampling here, looking there and passing on or buying!
Myriad smells and sounds mingle with alacrity
As Gypsy band plays ancient song……
And black-eyed Beauty pivots and turns
Gracefully; all eyes watching her dance!
The Market Place,
A refuge from maddened freeways, incessant city traffic
and noisy grey dull streets.
The Market Place, where for just a precious while
The Old and New in blessed harmonious empathy
Come to meet
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