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Image by Valentin Petkov
On Thursday nights
our world turns
into a circus of words.
Spot light bright and loud with excitement.
Enthusiasm heats the room,
stage fright like a calliope rings.
The ringmaster hawks Words! Words!
We are ethereal high wire walkers,
Rolly, tumbly clowns trying to fill big shoes,
Feathered women with sequined hearts;
strong feet grip pastel ponies’ backs,
as we circle the room.
We are mustachioed men
Lifting 1000 pounds of words,
bushy eyebrows furrowed.
Like florid children
we stare and clap,
fascinated by our ambitions.
At evenings end, we leave,
our costumes put away.
We exit through the proper doors,
stepping out into the snowy night.
Flakes hit our cheeks,
melting and cooling.
We file back to our unchosen lives,
trailing popcorn and glitter from our pockets.
Rachel Larensen is a culinary professional. Rachel battles daily with Fibromyalgia, a chronic pain disease, but uses poetry to continually see the magic in the world. She has been published in the Freshwater Poetry Journal, a publication of Asnuntuck Community College, the online poetry journal Please See Me, TL;DR press publication, Too Late Didn’t Run, has had an essay published on the blog herstryblog.com and looks forward to publication in The Wild Word, an online magazine. She lives in Enfield, Connecticut with a loving husband. She has two adult sons, three boisterous grandchildren and two cats.