Saturday, October 8, 2011

The Clowns

painted white faces
black circles under glass eyes
friendly...they do not smile

they creep towards me
in somersaults spinning
to music only they can hear

I am trapped by their stares
daddy, daddy I whisper
tugging on his arm...he does not notice

slowly, nearer and nearer
I want to scream...
I want to run...

reaching with white gloved hands
now, I frozen with fear, jump up
the lights go dark and I drift away

14 comments:

Daydreamertoo said...

Ooooo that is so creepy. I've never, ever like clowns. To me they have always never been what they appear to be.
This just reinforces that feeling...Yuck.. Creepy. Great writing!

RoHiT Iyer said...

Very intense! I loved the progression.
The image used helped enhance the effectiveness.
Thanks for dropping by my blog. I'm following yours now :)

Keep your flow of words, on!

--
RoHiT

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thank you Daydreamertoo for reading my poem. I have always hated clowns. Like dolls they are creepy.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Much thanks RoHit lyer for stopping and reading my work. And thanks for following my blog.


Melanie

zongrik said...

i don't get the phobia some people have for clowns. my son studied to be a clown, has a name and everything, but never practices that art

my entry
http://zongrik.wordpress.com/2011/10/02/triolet-vi/

cj Schlottman said...

You drew such an accurate picture of clowns that it made my clown phobia bubble to the surface. Great phrasing, and I like the rhythm that makes it so readable. Love it!

Namaste...........cj

June_Butterfly said...

This is indeed kinda creepy.But not only that.I kinda feel sad for the kid,reaching out for here Dad but not getting a response.

Morning said...

your words make the crown live.

Thanks for sharing.

Isadora said...

Isn't it odd the way a clown who is supposed to bring humor can be mysteriously eerie. It must be the make-up hiding something more.
Well done,
Isadora

my entry for the Poets Rally:
Very moving and poignant piece.
Isadora

my entry for Poets Rally:

http://insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/2011/10/04/sleep-well-my-dear-2/

shail said...

I have never liked clowns either. This gave a scary feeling :)

anjum artwriter said...

beyond comedy there is tragedy-life's dichotomy, poem creates a sense of horror

Alcina said...

It leaves me guessing..very pretty a write :)

Alcina:Teaser!?

tinkwelborn said...

whoo. I feel the speaker's fear here.
I (the reader) am left wondering, why daddy?
this poem is intense, powerful, potent, and successful.
the short but powerful build up was energetic.
thank you for the good poem.

Rachael said...

Great poem--I can finally understand why some would be scared of clowns!