Monday, May 21, 2012

Mag 118 — the yellow clown


What I loved most about that clown
was that — out of everyone there
from the joyful crowd in my town —
he rode his unicycle to where
I sat because he noticed my frown.

I was just a tear-stained tyke
in a lonely sea of laughter.
In front of me he dropped his bike —
a trapeze swung high in a rafter.
His eyes expressed we were much alike.

He wiped a tear off his kind face
then folded his fingers with his thumb.
When he opened his fist he held a vase —
three buds for me: gold, white, and plum.
Then he disappeared without a trace.


Written for The Mag: Mag 118 that inspired with the above photo prompt  (The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall).

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18 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles....what an awesome clown...recognizing the one that needed him and then doing what he needed to fix what he could...nice little tale lydia...

Heaven said...

Very nice...I like that he can wipe your tears away and give you some smiles ~

mythopolis said...

This captures that magic reality a young child lives in. Loved it.

Phivos Nicolaides said...

Very nice words!

Anonymous said...

It's interesting to think of a clown having such a depth of insight and emotion. And kids. We don't give them enough credit for what they feel!

Great poem, Lydia!

Amber Lee said...

Anonymous is me, sorry! Hit that option before I hit publish...

goatman said...

That's always happening: people come and people go never to be found again, except a Christmas.

Helen said...

Your clown is a kind clown ~ I like him!

Lydia said...

Brian~ Nice to see something a bit uplifting come out of me, huh?!!

Heaven~ Thanks; I liked that too. :)

mythopolis~ If you loved it then I am happy. :)

Phivos~ Thank you (and are you the one who checked the "Reaction" box?)

Amber Lee is anything but Anonymous~! Thank you for letting me know that the lovely comment came from you.

goatman~ Wow, your experience of Christmas is much different than mine has been at times!

Helen~ I liked him, and loved those big soulful eyes. *;*

Trellissimo said...

Lovely bit of magic, thanks. :)

Kutamun said...

Really touching Lydia, thanks

Kathe W. said...

Lydia- this is exactly what I felt and saw as a child in the circus- wonderful poem!

susan said...

I've read it three times through and it's lovelier each time.

Lydia said...

Trellissimo~ Oh, so kind of you.

Kutamun~ Thank you for enjoying it.

Kathe~ That's great! I always felt sorry for kids who were afraid of clowns. Thanks.

susan~ You made me feel very pleased and grateful.

Sideshows Carnival said...

Carnival Luv

Lydia said...

Sideshows Carnival~ What a special pleasure to have a comment from you!

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely...with just a hint of a haunting feel...

Lydia said...

Tess~ Thanks...I loved your description.

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