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Clown

Writer: Alison BlevinsAlison Blevins

Whilst staring into fractured glass,

He paints his face - a bone white mask

Fills in the lines that he created

With faces pulled while he was painted


A smile that never reached his eyes

Another -  that of feigned surprise

Puckered lines around his lips

But not true love just a false kiss


And once his mask is complete

He stands upon once nimble feet

Dons his hat, puts on his nose

Pretends that he has twinkle toes


Then waits to hear the curtain call

“Ladies, gentlemen, one and all,”

And for his moment to arrive

So once again, he feels alive

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Keith Trayling
Keith Trayling
22 may 2024

Love it. Even smokey Robinson wrote of ' the tears of a clown ' and dare I say your poem is beautifully poetic

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Martin Pickard
Martin Pickard
22 may 2024

Old age and the masks we wear. Very good

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John Wood
John Wood
22 may 2024

Beautifully painted. There's something very poetic about the sadness of clowns!

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