Circus by Flora Gillingham

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Circus

In love, there is no safety net
and we, like ageing acrobats,
reach out for hands which once had met
but now do not. Below wild cats
patrol the ring: each hungry roar
calls us, hurtling from above.
A baying crowd yells out for more
in this circus we call love.

Flora Gillingham

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Alison Cassidy (9/28/2008 6:19:00 PM)
This is a fine poem Flora. Your metaphor is original, your structure is uncluttered and your message is universal (personal too methinks) . Excellent write. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Ashraful Musaddeq (9/18/2008 11:26:00 AM)
A nice composition,10++

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Flora Gillingham (18/2/1973 / Dorset, UK)