bluebell {trapeze}

In Dublin I walked past a house

With five bluebells in the yard

Looking proudly out of place

In a mostly peculiar way.
Three crows called out

From a tree by the river

And an elephant rode by

On a circus truck
I know a girl who ran

To the circus for a time

She learned the high wire

Trapeze and cream pies.
She left to attend study

And sits quietly in class

Dreaming of not running away

To three rings of death defying feats.
Bluebells sway demurely

Like a girl balancing in the air

Delicate blue skimming in

The early morning sunlight
Girl sits in class modestly unassuming

Eyes that flash like sapphires

When interest is peaked

And fade to dull aching
When the lecturer snores his words

drowning the room

with waves of hibernation

The dreams of faded tutus return.
She really is an oddity

The stunning long legged beauty

In a space of elder haggards

Exuding confidence aloft

In a mostly peculiar way.