Circus Clowns

Circus clowns and hand-me-downs

Kept tidily in boxes up in the attic

A thorny crown and a surly frown

Worn sulkily on my pale white face

Looking skyward I became inspired

To become something of a hero

Medicine wired but suddenly tired

All dressed up with no place to go

 

Cotton cloth eaten through by moths

Kept tidily in boxes up in the attic

Boiling broth coming to a froth

A whistling kettle with steam frantic

Looking within just beneath the skin

I felt my blood rushing to my head

A surly grin and a cackle begin

The soundness of mind unwed

 

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

interesting and creepy take on clowns.... very describtive.... overall nice job on this...

[Xkissxbangbangxkillx]

Wow, I love this. It's quite creepy, but that's what I like. You use really good imagery details like, "Cotton cloth eaten through by moths Kept tidily in boxes up in the attic." It's just so easy to imagine this attic. You use really good choice of rhyming.

[lady o]

Cotton cloth eaten through by moths

Kept tidily in boxes up in the attic

Boiling broth coming to a froth

A whistling kettle with steam frantic

Looking within just beneath the skin

Favorite part of the poem, well done, excellent piece of writing, really enjoyed this piece.