The circus came to town
on a flying trapeze,
sawdust and flying Wallendas
or so we thought.
We watched that daring
young man, so dainty
on his tightrope.
Nothing happened.
The sawdust remained
unbespattered. I missed it,
missed the whole thing.
My hands were over
my eyes. I couldn't look.
But I ate some cotton candy.
It was blue. I ate a hot dog
and some popcorn and
I drank a rootbeer and a Coke.
Author notes
prompt - The circus is in town.
A contest entry
- Options for your muse. by Topaze.
900 points, ended September 26, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
So, what's your opinion of this?
Comments
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Well you had a feast of treats at the circus. No tummy ache?
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Very nice and cute too. Thank you for your fine entry in this contest, my best wishes always.
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I like the subject but I'm not sure if something happened or not. You say the sawdust was besplattered, with blood? Or am I reading this wrong? Anyway you've chosen a great subject for a poem, you could show lots of emotion here.
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