A wafting mop of spiky red hair
shone under a pyramid of light,
standing there on a soft bed of sawdust
was Lupi with an expression of great delight.
Encircled by the circus’s familiar red ring
encompassing a kaleidoscope of hues,
Lupi balanced on a sea lion’s ball,
which was difficult to do in a clown’s style of shoes.
He jumped down and picked from the ground
Four balls which he threw in the air;
he didn’t pretend he could juggle them
he let them drop and they bounced everywhere.
It raised a roar of pleasing laughter
from all around the vast tent
as he tumbled across to his wagon
and against painted sides he leant.
The wheels collapsed from underneath it
unleashing his collection of tricks –
there were loops and boxes and silver rings –
Lupi picked from it a bunch of sticks,
magically from those he produced flowers
of all delicate shades and kinds,
he offered them to the audience
but with a clown there’s always mischief one finds.
Sure enough the flowers disappeared
but not before water squirted from them
covering the children and mums and dads –
Lupi laughed at creating such mayhem.
Before the crowd leaves he’ll continue to please –
he’ll be chased by a gorilla on a bike,
squirt water at fires that won’t go out, blow horns
and dance – in fact – he’ll do anything you like.


Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

2 thoughts on “Lupi”

  1. Believe me I shout louder! I did my own for charity but yeah I’d love to have them discovered…one day and like with the lottery, you have to buy a ticket to win it…not whnge about never winning. I need to buy a ticket not be so lazy. lol. Thank you for that, which I didn’t quite catch…


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