the big top, dingy and weathered, sits in the clearing
carnies dart in and out repairing rotting poles and shredded canvas
angry animals shriek in the distance as the circus band plays out of tune
a deranged ringmaster welcomes you with open arms and yellow teeth
motioning you to the pitted and splintered bleachers
iron jaw aerial performers spin round on blood caked mouths
candy butchers sell their stale confections to hungry onlookers
emaciated costumed elephants lead the grand march
bally girls dance with feather boas hiding scarred faces and torn costumes
performers and animals of all kinds follow in procession
moods dark, bodies crumbled, caged animals claw and hiss
all the while the band played
and the barkers barked
and the clowns rambled 'round the crowds
the circus is in town
chaos abounds
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Author:
Katdream (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Nicely imaged in most graphic and vivid terms this poem conveys the feeling of chaos and dark madness a circus from hell that fell out of place and got lost. So well defined it leaves a mood. A psychotic amusement park in shambles. A fave
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You are most welcome it is my pleasure
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