Fiesta at the Plaza Molo

fiesta Molo’s finished
the rides are stacked away
children’s laughter silent
dirt and mud are all remains.

did they make a little ‘kwarta’?
tomorrow, holds the promise of escape
and though they’ll wake up somewhere different
their lives are still the same.

**kwarta is the Hiligaynon word for money.

Watching the crew pack-up their gear after the Molo Fiesta inspired this bit of verse. The street stalls and carnival rides had been in place for weeks and we had visited on a couple of nights too.

Carnival Rides, Fiesta, Kids, Plaza Molo, Poverty

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Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, blogger and creative. She writes for business clients and online publications all over the world. When she’s not writing about holistic health and ways to become a more effective writer, Mel is practicing tai chi and supporting the emotional wellbeing of marginalised kids in the Philippines. Sometimes she even has time to cross stitch.

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