Love is like a Ferris wheel

Words by Laura Jean McKay

Pictures by Tilly Hutchison

Published on December 10, 2013

For our new series we’ve invited people to share stories of their childhood artefacts. Today, Laura tells us why ‘love is like a ferris wheel’.

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In 1989, 1990 and 1991 I wrote three poems titled ‘Love is like a Ferris wheel’ in my poetry diaries. These diaries changed dramatically from when I was 11 to when I turned 12. My 11 year-old-diary was a floral padded thing, filled with illustrated poetry about love; while my 12-year-old diary was all black contact and cut out psychedelic peace signs with the eyes of perception on the back. This was filled with hate poetry about my best friends.

In the time and pages between ‘Love is like a Ferris wheel’ poems, I seemed to forget what had come before, and I faithfully repeated some of the same lines word for word. There were differences though. In ’89 love was ‘like a deep dark secret’. In ’90 love was ‘confused about Steven, Carl, Steven. No! Carl! Or Steven, Carl. Steven! Definitely. Or maybe Carl’. In ’91 love was a scribble. ‘Amanda the buck toothed dog’s “school photo”‘ — Amanda who loved Steven or Carl or Steven, definitely. Now in 2013 I’d like to share the originals, creative spelling and all:

1989

Love is like a
Ferris wheel
It goes round and
round
Then it suddenly
stops.

1990

Love goes
round
Upside down
Like a Ferris
wheel.
It goes so fast
You can hardly
start
To say what you really
feel.
Inside out
Round about
Mixed up inside your
hart. [sic]
You think it’s fun
But all of a sudden
You think you’re breaking
apart.
Another girl or boy
Suddenly appears
Inside your loved ones
life.
You try to interfear
[sic]
But it only appears
To get you in more
strife.
Is it to late
For another date
Or one more kiss goodbuy
[sic]?
Is that so?
We’ll never know
All we can do is
try.

Morrel [sic]:

Love is like a Ferris
wheel
It goes round and
round
Then it suddenly
stops.

1991

Love goes
round,
Upside down
Like a Ferris
wheel.
It goes so fast,
You can hardly
start
To say what you really
feel.
Like a deep dark
secret,
Not knowing where to
stop
Going round inside your
head
Jus like a spinning
top.
Love is shy
Sometimes sly
And
sometimes happy and bright
And sometimes dark as
night.


Words from Laura Jean McKay. Her short-story collection Holiday in Cambodia was published in 2013.

Illustration from Tilly Hutchison. See more of her work at tillydrawspictures.tumblr.com.