"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Yellow Clown Magpie Tales #118

The Circus With the Yellow Clown, 1967, Marc Chagall
Oh my heart oh my head
My feet can't dance
They're made of lead
The girl in blue 
She wants romance 
Cowardly in yellow
I won't take a chance.
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12 comments:

Jacqui Binford-Bell said...

Cute take on the prompt

Stafford Ray said...

One wonders if the clown remains the person nobody, least of all the 'girl in blue' takes seriously. One wonders at the politics of a circus 'family' and how they manage, living in such a closed group every day, moving around so opportunities for outside relationships are almost nil!

Berowne said...

Faint heart never won fair lady... :-)

(P S Thanks for dumping the word verifications.)

Helen said...

Let's run away and join the circus ~ for a day!!!

Gail said...

Very good and we saw the same thing!

Tumblewords: said...

Very clever - very!

Dave King said...

Wise is the girl in blue! An entertaining verse. Thoroughly enjoyable.

izzy said...

I know that feeling! thanks-

Kutamun said...

Hey Kathe this is great , why do we all rhink its a circus ?.
Very eloquent and elegant

Linda said...

I love your colorful interpretation. The rhyme you used accentuates the expressive sentiments. I enjoyed reading this poem Kathe. Thank you for sharing.=D

Lydia said...

You made me see him in a fresh way, and I loved it!

Kat Mortensen said...

Very cute. I think "the girl in blue" line is wonderful!