A Jester's Tale

A Jester's Tale

Thunder reigns in the sky
Heavens, crying blood
Tears shed on goodbye

Hollow is that jester…
Miming at the door
Tears of heaven
Revealing pains he store
washed away his mascara
and masks from before!

Skeletons from his past
Tap-dancing at his step
Laughter fading fast
Tears…Showing he's but human
Fall at last…
And washes away what's left of his paint!
He knew that in eyes of the holy…
He was no saint!
He slips upon a wet leaf
And the clown falls down…

He had no heart he noticed
No beat inside
The voices of the tapping fade away
And with them his heart
He seemed to have forgotten he had

The clown is dead…
Now exit music…
Outgoes the play
The audience stood up…
Clapped…
And noticed not what he had to say
Nor the heart he felt as so ripped…
Watching it burn away

Audience stood up…
Wonderful, they said
And then walked away…
Why shouldn't they?
The clown is dead…
And that concludes the play!


By: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[Kaleidoscope Apocalypse]

I have to say that I loved reading this. There was an air of mystery to it, but at the same time it also appeared to be bluntly obvious. You have an interesting approach to story telling, and this was a great read..

Nice write!

[emmajoy]

Although your words are clear and the apparent meaning pretty obvious, there's an air of mystery here.. I don't know if the 'clown' represents people who need to be seen but aren't...

'Hollow is that jester�
Miming at the door
Tears of heaven
Revealing pains he store
washed away his mascara
and masks from before!'

Perhaps that's it... empty painful memories of the past... those are wonderful lines.

Guess we all wear a mask at some time..

Whatever the magic's here and so is the sadness... especially in the last lines ...

Audience stood up�
Wonderful, they said
And then walked away�
Why shouldn't they?
The clown is dead�
And that concludes the play!

People do that, applaud then, walk off and forget.

Thank you, thank you for sharing

[Li Li]

This unfolded very nicely. It had a dim feel to it. One could translate this in many ways. The Jester could serve as reference to other subjects. I like the way that you worded this. Modern form, with a sense of the OE feel.

You wrote this with a sense of darkness that didn't come across as negative. You felt sorry for him, yet it seems meaningful, or justified somehow.

Great story-telling. :O}

Love!
Li

[Ahmad Alhour]

Amazing writing brother...
For a while I was about to scream...

It's a sort of telling your own story as some one who has always been rejected by the society that yet he found some chance to deliver his message... his philosophy... to the people around him...
Yet they listened but they seemed not interested... not surprised... as though they have been hypnotized to do so... to give such fake support keeping their hearts' ears away from where your voices of beauty come...
But the Jester didn't give up... he believed deep inside his-self the very shining truth of life and society... as he believed in this existence truly... considering this life as A PLAY yet he must play his part... his role... moving onward upon the path he choosed in this journey... in this play... as many who played their role already... but still there many who didn't... yet...

Amazing poem brother...
Keep it up...

[Burr the Story Sorceres..]

Awww. I feel sorry for the clown. No one seemed to cared that he died. I'd bet no one remembers him. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. To be forgotten is far worse than to be dead.
I like this poem lots. All of your work draws me in and makes me feel something-or-other. That's a great thing. I love reading your poems and this one is not an exception to that.
^_^