Between movies, music, and general occurrences, the circus keeps coming up. I recently watched Water for Elephants, which was awesome by the way, and there is a train nearby that reminds me of some of the characters in the movie. I’m feeling extra inspired by some of these circus folk. They are dynamic and unpredictable, which makes for a good story or in this case – a poem.
It’s a Circus
By: Vanessa K. Eccles
Once upon a dreary land,
There was circus girl.
She was an orphan that could land
On her feet and give a twirl.
She could twist and turn
and flip and spin.
Watching would make stomachs churn,
but she’d do it again and again.
She was petite and white
as a porcelain doll.
Her curls were tight
but soft as they’d fall.
Her eyes gleamed blue.
Her lips were red.
Her dressed glimmered too,
and her arms were graceful as she lead.
She’d guide the beast
from left to right.
The audience had no idea, in the least
what had been her fight.
She related to these wild things
because she was one of their kind.
At night her pearly teeth would turn to fangs,
and often she would find
herself in a room with a stranger
But this time… she was not the one in danger.
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