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
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Until your last line, I took this as a lovely metaphor for the end of Napowrimo! Nice poem but sad.
Once upon a time the circus did bring such magic. That summer is truly gone. 😉
Thanks to:
viv – in fact, it is 😀
irene – I had summers like that, too. Sweet to remember them 🙂