One woman's search for knowledge, truth, beauty, serenity, peace, harmony and all that crap.
Published on April 18, 2006 By Ms Mitchell In Poetry
Pathetic Circus

Kids under ten are free with an adult.
A bargain, I thought, my kids can see a real
Live circus right here at the armory.

The clown was good, but so tired. Had he trained
For the stage? Played Hamlet? Richard the Third?
Defected from a show Leningrad?
I laughed till my cheeks hurt just to make sure
He wouldn’t kill himself after the show.

The lady with the poodles in tutus
Must have been in her late seventies.
Great gams though.

Then the acrobats. Two brothers
Who were barely speaking and the dumpy
Blonde with black roots.
Whipped off lab coats and stepped
Sequined from behind the cotton candy
Machine and sprang from the seesaw and threw
Hula hoops and bowling pins back and forth.
Is this what they had pictured when they ran
Away to join the real live circus?

Mama—I’m tired. Can we please go home now?

Comments
on Apr 19, 2006
I think your use of the circus as a metaphor for all the shiny, uninformed dreams of youth is well-placed. The closing sentiment

Is this what they had pictured when they ran Away to join the real live circus?

is as eloquent a realization of the chasm between the dreams of youth and the realities of life as I have ever read.

You is one fine writer. Shalom, Moskowitz
on Apr 22, 2006
For some reason my quote button is not working...
Circus as a metophor.
I started out describing an actual circus I had attended. The metaphor didn't occur to me until the poem was done and I was proof-reading it.

Thank you for reading my stuff. Your encouragement means a lot.
Maggie