Rope Walking Clown
written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou
I saw your figure walk away
fading slowly into shadows.
A bitter taste of death
was dripping in my mouth,
as I kept hearing your goodbye
resonating in my mind.
“It was not meant to be” you said.
I tried to put the words together
but I could not.
It was a “Why”,
the only one that I could stutter,
the question mark half-drawn.
And then I teared my chest wide open
and dismantled my petty heart.
I placed the pieces polished well
in a tiny bony box and let it rot,
your name inscribed on the lock.
In remembrance of your ways
I‘ll keep a smile on my face
and promise not to chew my lip.
I‘ll keep my eyes straight up too
and promise not to shed a tear for you.
Now I‘m climbing up my rope again
and go on pacing my remains.
The crowd is cheering on the clown
as I perform my mortal bow.
- Penelope and Odysseus - February 17, 2021
- Bridgemaker - January 7, 2021
- To Olympus - November 5, 2020
