Tears of a Clown

by ah satan 666   Feb 11, 2013


From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...
to place upon his mask.

Tatty cuffs for a brush,
pallet of powdered rainbow...
he starts his heartbreaking task.

The last few strokes
of coloured paint...
are juggled upon a white sheet.

Through the reflection
of a pain of glass...
the facade has become complete.

For nobody knows
what his eyes have seen...
The streets are the circus
he calls home.

Moved around
from pillar to post,
a soggy cardboard box
is this jesters throne.

Society judge him
by appearance only...
over looking sorrow filled eyes.

His mask is waring thin,
as the rain does begin...
behind running colours he cries.

Curled up in a ball,
against a cardboard wall...
his dream has started to take flight.

A proper roof, two floors and dining table,
Family, friends with a life to call stable...
No tears on duck feathers tonight.

As heavy rain gives way,
grey stormy clouds in dismay...
as sun rays become unravelled.

With his smile back in place,
puddle washed footprints never to be traced...
from shoes that have always travelled.

.....................

Line taken from:-
Bomb-shell...(string Tanka)
"Tears on duck feathers tonight."

Had help from Saffie with this piece,
I wouldn't say writers block, just my head
disagreed with my pen?! :/

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  • 10 years ago

    by Andrew Packard

    Really good write! Bravo!

  • 11 years ago

    by Lifesbreath

    Simply the best...Thank you for sharing!

  • 11 years ago

    by kavitha jesson

    So good....

  • 11 years ago

    by WintersAngel

    Very cool.

  • 11 years ago

    by Angie

    (Weekly Contest Comment - 2/18/13)

    Oh what truly lies behind that colorful mask... this is so so sad... people never seem to take the time to see what really lies hidden inside others, all they see is what is on the outside, the mask that we put on each and every day, the one with the perfect smile, but if they only knew... what an amazing, descriptive, thought provoking story. The writer has a beautiful way of drawing the reader in and feeling the words. The rhyme and flow was wonderful and made for an easy read (7)