Circus: Poems 58 -- 79


Collapse

Another drugged anaesthetic year
Collapses in a heap
This ship is in the doldrums

Not a breath of air
The cabin-boys are wilting
The palms are tall and thin

You cannot bring the ship in
The only comfort -- sleep.

 

Harvest

Do not worry -- harvest's here
Do not fret -- the globe
Still spins in its trajectory

You too can stop a moment
Before it whirls away
You need to pin its inner

Feeling to a board --
Like the butterfly you caught today.


Left Nature Behind

My nature I have put away --
I left it on a springtime hill-top
To join this travelling show

Moving walls now hold me in
I am in their daily sway
The purple flowers of Spring

Now spring for other eyes --
I long for snow.

 

The Wind Outside

An anguish barely perceptible
Comes knocking with the wind --
A friend is trying to come in

The caravan is moaning too
Open the door -- no-one there
Just aching delicate air

A whiff of hysteria is riding on
The wind -- enough to pull you in.

 

The Familiar

I am running on the spot
The exercise is good for me
I am running without breathing now

The pace is stepping up
The landscape is as familiar
As the colours in my mind

How cheery is the ordinary
To one who's going blind.

 

Your Long Hair

I am jealous of your youth
And would steal it away
If I could

I am jealous of your hair
And would wrap it
Around me if I could

I am jealous of your heart
And would hold it if I could.

 

You Lie

You lie in your cocoon
Of long black hair -- safely out of view
You are Juliet in the crypt

And I a Montague
Come to wipe the cobwebs from your face
And kiss your lips to life

You are mine yet not mine
There is barely time enough to woo.


Mystery

Angelic in your garden
Angelic mystery
Enclosed in thought

Angelic guardian
Who raised me with
The pale and sickly lamb

You have a shield of words
That is a mile thick.

Loss of Sight

I could not see for gladness
Filled my pale blue eyes
With its own supernatural light

But my inner eye saw fairy-tale figures
Wildly gesturing in the night
With an archangel standing by the door

Who stroked the glad scene --
While lightning set the house alight.

 

Vision

Once more I watch the ship sail on
Its decks and passageways
Are full of smiling passengers

Its gear and cargo complete --
Out into open seas
To be beset upon by pirates

Who rob and seize the fairest
And turn them inside out.

 

The Asp

Too young for Cleopatra --
Your arms are still covered
With asp-bites

Your loveliness is fatal too
Imprisoned in Mark Antony's armour
Your breathing is unsteady

Goddess of the Nile
Bite my lips blue.

 

The Fire-Eater Drunk

Swallow a fire because
It tastes so good
It is heaven's feast

For you, toothless and drunk
Lucifer's apprentice -- hair aflame
Lover of the fire with bloodshot eyes

For your missing teeth
You endlessly apologise.

 

The Ringmaster

I have avoided you for so long
That much is certain
With your whip -- your top hat

How do I address you?
Do I call you master lord or slave?
Your face is always out of view

You run the show I know
You are part of me too.

 

The Strong Man Dying

Who thought the Strong Man
Could ever die?
His body is embroidered with

A hundred tattoos
His friends and lovers are holding
On to him -- they will not let him go

They are shouting at him --
It takes no strength to die.

 

Stumbling

As you pass overhead
You see many buildings on fire
The ground has split in two

It is pitch dark
In the middle of the day --
What an evil smelling world

You stumbled into
When you lost your way.

 

Into a New City

Tonight we play an industrial city
Our horses are pulling the wagons
Our spirits are low

We come to the top of the hill
And see the city spread out below
Speechless breathless -- we see

Vultures and storks fly through the
Satanic smoke of a million factories.

 

The Conspirators

Rogues vagabonds and thieves
Scoundrels liars and crooks
All conspire to lock

You in your innocence
And never let you breathe --
Break out and see the dawn

Crimson, scarlet, impassioned
It rises with a heave.

 

Meekness

Meekness is a ravished Queen
And Sanctity is Grace
The holy hills of Jerusalem

Are covered with his ancient race
The frightened huddle by the well
Water brings you peace

Meekness Anger both unite
To ignite this troubled place.

 

The Orphan

You grew up dark and moody
A lover of storms and woe
You would not walk the tightrope

Nor learn to eat fire --
You could only juggle hearts
One storm I found you soaked

And delirious with joy's hope
Your sky a sudden rainbow.

 

Nobility

All the noble people drop out of sight --
Some drop dead in the ring
Others leave of fright

The beautiful and fair are taken
Forcibly -- too fair to look after
Themselves -- too pale to notice

It's only your life -- what's more
Perhaps there is an encore?

 

Silently

You are silent now --
You have brought all your secrets back
And hug them to your breasts

You hide them again
In gold and silk and turquoise
So no-one may know

Silence is your lover
Your consort your gentleman.

 

Wake Up!

Wake up -- the circus is coming
It is the middle of the night I realize --
But there are elephants and dromedaries

Peacocks leopards and monkeys
Wake up -- this is your last chance
Get out of bed and greet them

Put on your slippers take a candle
Leave all -- and join their dance.


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