Thursday, April 21, 2016


[image from google dot com]

His skin so rough,
Or was it her skin, so
Tough; big and gentle looking
With doleful eyes expressing,
The journeys of a circus;
Such is life -
Pages written in with ink of expressing;
A performance becomes a rite of passage
Within reach and within bounds
Of caution;
Sitting up there in the stands
You look, and you gawk,
You leave the circus,
And tear up your ticket,
The keepsake is fresh new understandings,
Becoming memories etched.
LOOK! AN ELEPHANT © gillena cox 2016

Written for Fireblossom Friday: An Elephantine Challenge
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads