Thursday, December 3, 2015

Last Days Of A Circus Girl

mydarling:

Circus girl smokes while rehearsing her stunts. 
Nina Leen, 1949.
Circus Girl Smokes While Rehearsing Her Stunts; Nina Leen, 1949


My highwire
became a plank
floating over
brine that stank
of lost applause.
Our sails hung limp,
and the albatross rattled its bones.

So long, I'd worked without I net;
I had no fear of getting wet.
Throat of a lion
or gut of a whale -
either suited me well as home

with its boredom

and three rings of alone.

For Words Count at Real Toads

24 comments:

Marion said...

Working without a net...such are the days of our lives. Amazing write, MZ! xo

Sylvia K said...

Amazing indeed, as always, MZ! Hope you have a great weekend! Enjoy!

Jim said...
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Jim said...

I liked this, Mom Z. Lots of allusion here.
"So long, I'd worked without I net;
I had no fear of getting wet
."
Wet with what? I almost was afraid to ask!
So I Googled. And now I know! And understand.
(Us old timers tend to forget, but I had a hunch.)
..

Buddah Moskowitz said...

If you only swing from a rope all the time, even that gets a little boring. Great quiet desperation here.

Rommy said...

The ennui in her expression is really well captured by your words

Sherry Blue Sky said...

As always, your closing lines hit this poem right out of the ballpark.

Helen said...

Three rings of alone is the perfect way to end your poem .... life is a circus!

Sioux said...

The last line--"three rings of alone"--so sad. (And probably so true.)

Margaret said...

powerful, as always. You always know how to begin and end a poem.

Susie Clevenger said...

"three rings of alone" That is powerful Even the daredevil gets bored. Great write!

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Holy shit MZ. This thrills and chills with the same short knife. To the quick, the bone, amen.

brudberg said...

You get bored even from the highest thrills.

hedgewitch said...

When you've mastered the moves of air and flying (as best as humans can) what else can the ground give you but the blues, or a sudden death? Fine sharp images in this cut into the heart like those high wires mark the bare feet. I love the plank--says it all.

Shawna said...

"floating over" (I like this line on its own, as if that floating feeling is over ... maybe this has to do with feelings of being in love [which always disappear given enough time] or the expression "floating through life"; perhaps you've decided to live with more purpose, rather than letting life happen to you, you're taking charge

"the albatross rattled its bones" ... This is my favorite line.

These are biblical references as well:
"Throat of a lion (Daniel)
or gut of a whale" (Jonah)
So I think you're saying you're just fine with NOT embracing God and doing what He says to do. You find home in disobedience. You find religion in other places ... inside animals, it seems. Nature. I can totally get on board with worshiping nature. Being devoured by wildness and extreme, animalistic hunger.

"three rings of alone" ... This makes me think of marriage, where there should only be two rings. But here, there are three. I'm wondering if this is secretly a poem about surviving infidelity. It seems to me to be about a woman who's been cheated on.

Carol Campbell said...

Three rings of alone! Bam! Your ending is perfect!

Glenn Buttkus said...

There is so much packed into this sarcastic wonder; the three rings even conjure up the Olympics. Yes, biblical references, burn-out, depression, danger--all there. Terrific illustration of your prompt. Like others I like the lines /our sails hung limp/& the albatross rattled its bones/.

Kerry O'Connor said...

I guess any job could become boring after a while, but being a housewife takes the cake!

I love this challenge, MZ. I'm sorry I couldn't participate but I'll be revisiting it as soon as I am able.

Fireblossom said...

You could always run away from the circus.

kaykuala said...

the albatross rattled its bones

Invoking the albatsoss to come to an end. It'd be rattled. After being up there quite a bother for a different job.

Hank

kaykuala said...

the albatross rattled its bones

Invoking the albatsoss to come to an end. It'd be rattled. After being up there quite a bother for a different job.

Hank

Outlawyer said...

Wonderful, MZ, biting--and quite sad too at the end. Thanks. k.

Georgia Koch said...

Wonderfully written and what a dive into ones imagination ... that picture does seem to transmit boredom .. and one wonders when did the Adrenalin stop pumping...

grapeling said...

i still think you'd be an amazing lyricist. ~