All honesty has died I fear,
Words jest and play with all held dear.
I bow to court and so depart,
Clowns laugh and joke and play their part.
Royalty decreed it so,
Some observe while others throw
Clubs that juggle in the air,
Miss and hit, such talent rare.
To aim and wound and laugh at all,
Cruellest gift, no gift at all.
Rather act as Pierrot,
Wailing love’s departure,
Than betray all thought and feelings so
In silent mimicked rapture.
10 thoughts on “Pierrot”
Oh I so liked this…
Thank you. I’m glad……I think…..
because it possibly means that…..maybe…. you also know some bastard men that don’t have the sense they were born with.
Sorry. Did I really just say that?
Forgot for a moment we were talking about men. And sense. My bad. ;)x
😛 You did say that and yes…I’ve known men who don’t seem to have the sense they were born with. I’m chuckling…and they have known me.
Maybe we’re all as bad as each other. ;)x
Damn that was good on many levels! (Struggling wiht the Haggis in space but will get there!)
Thank you. 🙂
I told you haggis are elusive creatures. ;)x
Trying to attach bagpipes to a haggis is more tricky than you imagine. Espeically as I am keen to make it look realistic! Good God – did I just write that?
Lol. You did. Fantasy does take over, yes? :)x
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