Circus in Three Rings

In the circus tent of a hurricane
designed by a drunken god
my extravagant heart blows up again
in a rampage of champagne-colored rain
and the fragments whir like a weather vane
while the angels all applaud.

Daring as death and debonair
I invade my lion's den;
a rose of jeopardy flames in my hair
yet I flourish my whip with a fatal flair
defending my perilous wounds with a chair
while the gnawings of love begin.

Mocking as Mephistopheles,
eclipsed by magician's disguise,
my demon of doom tilts on a trapeze,
winged rabbits revolving about his knees,
only to vanish with devilish ease
in a smoke that sears my eyes.

by Sylvia Plath

Comments (4)

Thank You! ! ! Feipeng, For Such A Kind And Thoughtful Reply! ! ! ! ! I Look Forward To Visiting Your Poetry Page! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !
The big bad wolf Has come to a wrong door Looking for love......well done!
:) Thank You! ! ! ! ! Thank You! ! ! ! ! :) Judy, For Being So Kind! ! ! ! ! Means A Lot To Me! ! ! ! ! :) Your Poetry, Ever So Sings! ! ! ! ! With Such Heart! ! ! ! ! Such Magic! ! ! ! ! Such Beauty, Within! ! ! ! ! All Nature Loves To Hear It's Beautiful Ring! ! ! ! ! :) Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! :) Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! ! ... :)
Great poem Becca. You even manage to make such a declaration sound beautiful. I especially love the opening lines. Judy