Striding out along the beach
I reflect on fairs enjoyed …
Balmain in the old sandstone church
but best would be the Indian fair
with hundreds of vivid fabric bolts, of
fascinating sideshows, excited families
who work far too hard indulging
a joyful time
d’Verse, ‘fair’ quadrille of 44 words, Linda
aroused 
A beautiful, inspiring poem👌👌
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thanks so much!
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Awesome poem on fun filled day of colors.. Glad that u had experienced the joyful festival in India.
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Westerners have a huge impact over the years.. I fear in coming years we would follow the culture of US mainly becoz of IT sector..
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many already do …
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I love how you made me feel the vibrant festiveties through your words …pandemic is easing and i guess we will have more celebration soon..
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Wonderful, joyous depiction of the fair, Kate. It seems Indians are the experts on festivals! How exciting it must have been to live in India! ❤
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Thanks Kate for crafting vivid images which we all look forward to.
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Great colours and evocative imagery in your words Kate. I’ve always wanted to go to India.
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Great colours and evocative imagery in your words Kate. Always wanted to go to India.
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love the assortments and the liveliness!!
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What a wonderful experience this would be.
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Wonderful fair reflections…I can feel the energy and bold colorful beauty. Great poem and photo! 🙂
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Indian clothes are truely brillant, Kate .
I am wondering : is it in Australia you saw them or in India?
About Balmain you know certainely it is also the name of styled clothes maker in Paris
Love ❤
Michel
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Balmain is an inner Sydney suburb where I rented … saw the Indian fairs in India Michel where I lived for years, 2009 – 2013 was the most recent time.
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Colorful and exciting and interesting. Love the part where we head towards the swings and get swooned by the people shouting in fear though they are not afraid of it. Glad that you enjoyed the Indian fairs. Did you tried the swings?
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Now it is. Thank you muchly Kate. Loads of hugs 🙂
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Awesome poem for a fun loving day with Indian fetes. From a long time we have no fetes but as children we have enjoyed the thrills and funs of fetes.
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It sounds like such a fun and joyous experience! Thank you for sharing it!
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What a time that would surely be Kate — mesmerizing 🙂!
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Thanks for the interesting take on Indian fairs 🙂
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A beautiful ode to the sight of fairs and the Indian ones transported me to numerous such ones in the college days back home:)
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Ah! Looking at our fairs through your eyes is such a pleasure, Kate. 😍
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I love this, you’ve painted the fete in vibrant colours. I wish I’d been there
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You really capture the energy of the fair. Joyful.
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Great use of the prompt word, Kate. 🙂
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I imagine an Indian fair would be a feast for the senses!
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No matter the country, a fair is always a colorful event! I have so many good memories of the county fair growing up! This certainly brought them to the fore.
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Fairs are so much fun. Your poem brought it back so vividly.
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Lovely poem.
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Very atmospheric write, I can imagine it although I’ve never been to India! 💕
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There are many things I’m missing these days, but find myself creating new adventures in out of the box ways. It’s a challenge that suits me. 😊 ❤️
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Ahh .. the fun of a local fete …
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Colors always add to festivity. (K)
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Your beautiful poem brings back memories 🙂 I was a little girl when I attended a fair last time.
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Very true 😊 and yes watching the joy on others faces is such a joy❣️
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We have winter to get through before another fair here!
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I love your fair reflections, Kate. That photo of the crowd at the fair, today would be covid trouble waiting to happen!
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Ah yes the Indian fair with “hundreds of vivid fabric bolts,”.. is a must-see! Lovely write 😀
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Beautiful! a great poem Kate! ❤
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Yes indeed there are so many beautiful thing to buy at the fair. We never think of the worker who created them
Nice one
Much💛love
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Indians work very hard for the fair or not, the women manually build roads and buildings, carrying soil, rocks and all resources on their head! Takes two men to lift it up there, no idea what that does to a persons neck 😦
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Aren’t fairs wonderful!!! Your poem captures the beauty and fun! Good memories made!
(((HUGS))) 🙂
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I have so many good memories of fairs and festivals! 🙂
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Wow, what a colorful sight that must have been with all the fabric bolts! You took me there with you, Kate.
pax,
dora
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This is such an uplifting happy poem, Kate – thank you.
❤
David
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Sounds like an exciting fair to go to!
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it’s a biannual event and so huge, as only India can do. The stall owners and crowd came from far and wide … an exciting few days I will never forget. It was an easy bus ride from where I lived then.
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I would enjoy a fair with scents and colors now I think.
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