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Hi Nina.
My fav folk group - The Yetties (from Yetminster in Dorset, UK) do a fab song about the demise of The Punch and Judy Man. This is different but has a similar feel. But more optimistic in the end. Wonderful.
I spent ages trying to explain various suggestions and finally put them all in a suggested revision at the end.
You know the rest - as always, as you like it.
Many thanks for the read, J.
[b]Merry[?]-Go-Round
{A} once gaily-coloured horse {stands on} endlessly turning [on] merry-go-round: weather worn, paint peeling, chipped, scarred: surrounded by noise, bustle and grime: genteel elegance battered through time.
Re-structuring suggested:
surrounded by: noise, bustle grime - genteel elegance battered over time.
Rigidly fixed on its platform: limited movement controlled from above – up, down, round and round: trapped in never-ending circle; weighed down by burdens carried: narrow existence.
Does it yearn to escape {-}[?] {f}[F]lex restricted limbs{;}[...]
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gallop off in divergent direction***
*** For me, this line doesn’t quite work...
You are talking about “A once gaily-coloured horse” (singular). So, unless it splits itself, it can’t gallop in divergent direction - which is plural, despite the lack of “S” - I think you mean different from simply going round? Also “off” seems superfluous - though, actually, for me it wrks as the horse dis-mounts the roundabout - hence “off”.
OK, what about something like:-
gallop away in any direction
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far from its prison cage; light as a swallow soaring high: riderless,
unencumbered, independent, free.
What about...
unencumbered, independent, free.
Just an idea to show the horse galloping away?
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OK, I’m losing the plot here so I’ll put all my ideas (and any more I think of) into a full suggestion:
(Watch my hyphenation - I hyphenate everything) (Verse splits - you may wish to play with these, re-combine etc)
Merry? Go-Round
Once gaily-coloured horse endlessly turns on merry-go-round.
Weather-worn, paint peeling, chipped, scarred.
Surrounded by noise, bustle, grime.
Genteel elegance battered through time.
Movements rigidly controlled from above – up, down, round and round.
Trapped in never-ending circle; weighed-down by burdens carried: narrow existence.
Does it yearn to escape? Flex restricted limbs; gallop away - any direction, far from prison.
Light as a soaring swallow: riderless, unencumbered, independent, free.[/b]
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