a rare poem, that i did as a spur of the moment thing for a poetry contest. about the circus.


Death Defying Tricks

Just like the trapeze artists,
She can't fall
Or faulture.
If she did,
It would certainly mean
Ultimate death.
Such elegance.
Diving like a swan,
To be picked up again.
Every movement
Carefully carried out.
Can't slip.
Can't dream,
Can't let yourself down.
This is it.
Dance with death,
Or let it win.
Give the reaper
A good time tonight.
Make him watch your show,
To show him who's in charge
Of your final time.
He gasps with the crowd
And watches your
Death defying tricks.
Your image of swanery.
He can just see
The whites of your eyes.
But not before you give him
A deathly glance in his direction.
Tonight you will be victorious.
No one could steal your thunder
Even if the world ended.
You would still be on those flaming poles,
On your burnt swings.
You're above it all now.
And still he stands on the lava
Watching you as you carry on diving
And saving for all enternity
In his dark realm.



Poetry by jacy
Read 563 times
Written on 2005-10-23 at 23:41

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