The Circus moves away, Day 28

NaPoWriMo, Day 28


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


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

Author: soul mary

Writer, poet and reader

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