Paul Gerard Reed


The Circus Is Gone - Poem by Paul Gerard Reed

Last week the world was alive
Painted faces, trick cyclists, trapeze
Hot dogs, burgers, lashings of onions
Fizzy drinks and cups of teas;

But now the field is empty
The air over-hanging, confused
Filled with an eerie new silence
All the excitement diffused;

A stark vacuum of nothingness
Devoid of shriek, scream, whirl and reel
The sorry grass lying pale and parched
Trampled under the Big Top's heel.

Topic(s) of this poem: circus


Comments about The Circus Is Gone by Paul Gerard Reed

  • Phil SoarPhil Soar (6/26/2017 8:26:00 AM)

    A vivid description that took me back to my childhood. Thanks for the reminder. Phil Soar (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 26, 2017



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