The Fairytale Circus
Clara Ma

It wasn’t so long ago that I saw,

Such the same scene of violet, black and white.

Last time ‘twas I in the crowd full of awe,

Though now ‘tis I who must dance in the light.

I leap, I spin, I walk, a silent act.

My face that of a zebra, clown, and mime.

Though mocked by the child, the doll cannot crack.

The ballet must fly ‘till the end of time.

Still I remember the kings, queens, and jacks,

And the ticking of diamonds, clubs, and spades.

Yet much as I yearn for kingdoms long past,

Time struck twelve; there arrived a new charade.

So I dance, maintain the fairy tale night.

The book gone, now ‘tis my story I write.