Circus Stays

What is it that keeps me pinned
While holding back the rain and wind
Thick ropes tethering tent to earth
Pulling straight my tugging tarpaulin

What is it that keeps me tame
Performing every show the same
Dressed and dazzling under lights
My wild then shoved back in its cage

What is it that keeps me trapped
My face made up, my body wrapped
Twisting tumbling towards the ground
Feigning faith that ropes don’t snap

What is it that keeps me on
Directing rings, attention drawn
Announcing all the names and games
But pulling stakes before the dawn

What is it that brings us back
And keeps us traveling down the track
From this tiny town to next?
Our prickled flesh during the act

-a.r.

(c) John Croft; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

(c) John Croft; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

Because, while on vacation, the performers inspired a repost.

~ by April on November 19, 2015.

5 Responses to “Circus Stays”

  1. Superb structured sensitive intelligent poetry.

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