OH how great they fly, flipping fluttering;
all wearing masks, their faces in a twist.
falling sparrows and people shuttering
the anomalies reach out from the mist.
the grey beasts do rage with their trunks abroad
like mighty titans feet do shake the earth.
in Indian robes these beasts seem quite odd
but to the crowd these animals bring mirth.
and now the man with more power than most,
the leader of rings in a turquoise suit.
the taming of kings, this master does boast
this by cunning and guile, by man not brute.
these are the wonders of our circus dream,
the colours, the creatures, the clowns and sheen.
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A contest entry
- A Carnival of Illusions by Antipodi.
1500 points, ended July 2, 17 entries
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good luck in the competition
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wow you have written this very well dear poet lots of gr8 imagery
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very interesting i like the descritptiveness of the cirus and its wonders...i found the last two lines of most interest in their idea of our circus dream and by man not brute...well written and good luck in the contest
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