The Circus moves away, Day 28

NaPoWriMo, Day 28

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The Circus

folds its tents

it packs its ropes

cajoles its animals

to their cages

It rails its wagons

The train

Or caravans

The trailers

Drive away

 

The field it leaves

Is empty

Of the shrieks

And jolly hops

Of the children’s eyes

Wide open

With amazement

Of their mouths

Full of sugar cotton

Lollipops

And their hands

Full-laden with

Fake jewelry

 

The field it leaves

Remains abandoned

By the magic

It held on

All summer

 

Summer’s gone.

 

© 2012 Mariya Koleva

3 replies on “The Circus moves away, Day 28”

  1. viv blake says:

    Until your last line, I took this as a lovely metaphor for the end of Napowrimo! Nice poem but sad.

  2. irene says:

    Once upon a time the circus did bring such magic. That summer is truly gone. 😉

  3. Thanks to:

    viv – in fact, it is 😀

    irene – I had summers like that, too. Sweet to remember them 🙂

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