The Princess and the Clown
(For David)
THE PRINCESS AND THE CLOWN
She asked me for a red-nosed clown --
I turned my pockets and I found:
A few holes, a few crumbs, and
A vast emptiness.
My words had fled without a trace,
Her outstretched hand demanded
Grace, and so we stood without
A sound, in awkwardness.
I could not tell her I was
The same: a little girl with stars
In her eyes, and the world at her
Feet, my father's princess.
No tricks up my sleeve, and a long
Way to go, I left her there sad and
Small, and went (hoping to return)
In search of readiness.
THE PRINCESS AND THE CLOWN
She asked me for a red-nosed clown --
I turned my pockets and I found:
A few holes, a few crumbs, and
A vast emptiness.
My words had fled without a trace,
Her outstretched hand demanded
Grace, and so we stood without
A sound, in awkwardness.
I could not tell her I was
The same: a little girl with stars
In her eyes, and the world at her
Feet, my father's princess.
No tricks up my sleeve, and a long
Way to go, I left her there sad and
Small, and went (hoping to return)
In search of readiness.
posted by Tijana | 10:59 PM
2 Comments:
My sincere apologies for not having commented on this before. It really moved me and I loved its simplicity and still, its fully charged meaning. This was truly beautiful Tijana.
Hey, no worries. I had doubts about this one: not sure how "accessible" it is... I mean, it's clear to *me* but I'm wondering if the whole conceit/concept is comprehensible. I had the first stanza ready way before the rest of the poem, and although I had one thing in mind in particular, I then realized it could represent some other things which we touched on in some of our conversations (more particularly, having a block, or lacking inspiration, or not being ready, etc.)
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