Clowning around

Today I will share another poem with you. This one is by Phoebe Hesketh and is titled “Clown” in Poets and Poetry by Sadler/Hayllar/Powell. What emotions arise in you as you read it?

CLOWN

He was safe

behind the whitened face

and red nose of his trade,

vocation more certain

than doctor’s or priests

to cheer and heal.

Hidden away from himself

he could always make us laugh

turning troubles like jackets

inside out, wearing

our rents and patches.

Tripping up in trousers too long

he made us feel tall;

and when we watched him

cutting himself down,

missing the ball,

we knew we could cope.

What we never knew

was the tightrope he walked

when the laughter had died.

Nowhere to hide in the empty night,

no one to catch his fall.

 

 

The Clown is often depicted as sad, lonely person – a tragic  figure. He has his uses in entertaining us and making us laugh. I wonder if we all take that role on at times when there is sadness underneath but smiles on the outside. I am sure we do –  I know I do.

cheers for now

Lorraine 

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