attenuating melancholic circumstances

You’re moving me.

Why can’t I find you?

In this picture of a thousand words,

you’re in between.

Trees hovering over water,

black with all colours,

shaped like open jaw

but at a loss for the words you’re in.

I watch mesmerised, waiting for sound stilled,

the moon

reaching for my hand,

I rise…

 

Hey! said the clown,

I can see your house from here…

part two

 

 

 

24 thoughts on “attenuating melancholic circumstances

  1. Pingback: get thee behind me, clown, but don’t push (part two, accidentally) – say no to clowns

  2. Some wonderful analogy and reflection in both parts of this poem Vanessa. Why does the clown interject when we are accessing and writing certain thoughts. Are they there for our protection or just something we invent to lighten the mood? (while I was writing this my clown was shouting sausages).

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