Circus

Poem: Circus

Spinning plates
and lion taming
fire eating
and memories that need framing

Work hasn’t worked out,
it’s not working anymore

It hasn’t exactly been a total chore
and only at times has it been a complete and utter bore
What it has been is a catastrophic circus of vulgarity that I can no longer face or endure

Drumroll please
Nearly time for my disappearing act!

 

Review:Circus

Circus‘s are supposed to be fun aren’t they ?

People need to switch off from the daily grind. It surely cannot be all work and no play?  Doesn’t there need to be something grand and spectacular to look forward to experiencing in life? Circus’s only visit once a year. Ooh the anticipation! How exciting it must be when it comes to town! Be prepared to be astounded with what you hear, see and how you’ll feel. A sensory delight, what with all the acrobatics, dancing and flame throwing! What’s not to like? I‘ll tell you, the bit about lion taming!  I’m so glad that sort of so-called entertainment has been consigned to history and not due to return. I’ll keep the lions, three of them, roaring gently in patience and on a football shirt for another thirty, forty or fifty years or so. (as the ‘England’ song goes!) God save the latest monarch and all that!

Back to the humans!

As I read on, I see the poem is a place of employment and that it is due to come to an end. Interesting powerful visuals to explore with metaphors in mind! How many can relate to it I wonder?

The second short stanza with the words ‘work, worked and working are punchy and bring the message of it nearly coming to an end and being over.

Work can be boring at times, sure but that can be anywhere. It’s not a holiday camp for goodness sake! Tasks need completing, stuff needs to be done. That’s the nature of work. Do it and get paid. End of. Achieve that feeling of satisfaction with effort made and a job well done. Put oneself into it and see the role develop further over time. Brillo, the poet has landed on their feet with this ‘life gig’, no? 

 

NO!

 

The poet could not take it anymore. Disastrous. It sounds like a discombobulated environment lacking any form of sophistication that the poet was hoping for perhaps?. What was ‘sold’ at the interview stage I wonder? 

What’s wrong with you poet? I’ll say it again, it is a place of work, not a holiday camp!

Let me be fair, I think the poet has been naive and perhaps believed in false promises? Maybe yes, maybe not?

Will there be any love lost?

Only with the “Memories that need framing”, That sounds to me like good times were had and not to be forgotten. Framing those in one’s mind are a necessary reminder of the good stuff that took place to balance out with the bad.

The poet sounds ready for the grand finale of their disappearing act. That will be it. It will be over! 

Good on you poet! 

I’ll applaud that!

Sad, in some ways yes, of course BUT

It’s best not to dwell in the ‘what could have been’s? BECAUSE they didn’t materialise did they? 

More chances of winning a snowball fight in hell, so move on with your head held up high is what I would say!

When one door closes eh?

The arena of a circus is a great metaphor to describe the manic performance that was experienced. So much goes on!

I hope the poet is successful in achieving the right balancing act!

A good entertaining read