The Circus

The red and white stripes
of the canopy
     - vanished -
all that’s left is the
pale imprint on the common.

The smells of cotton candy
the roars of the tiger
     - evaporated -
a closed eyes daydream kind of
memory is all that remains.

The excitement of the crowds
the screams of the children
     - dissipated -
the sounds left with the wind
down the open road.
          The circus has gone.

The prancing elephants,
the magic doves,
the clumsy clowns,
the elegant tightrope walkers,
the scent of wild animals,
the stink of the masses,
the taste of sugar coated almonds,
the flavour of sweet lemonade,
now just a pale image in the mind.
          The circus has gone.

Departed with hardly a trace
and no forwarding address;
the posters faded
to pastel colours,
ripped and plastered over
with new pleasures to come.
          The circus has gone.

The road ever
leads into the future
to pastures greener,
to distant horizons,
forever forward,
never a look back.
          The circus has gone.

© Sybille Sterk

The Circus

Sybille Sterk

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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Poem about the circus, or is it? :-)

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