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
Because, while on vacation, the performers inspired a repost.
sometimesihatemycat 
Superb structured sensitive intelligent poetry.
Thank you RD. Too high praise, but I will selfishly take it, as my ego needs it at the moment. As always……
Shall I tell you that you are gorgeous too? Smiles.
Always nice to hear, always impossible to believe…but that’s my own issue. Thank you.
Smiles. Believe