The Acrobat

Cherry

By Jewel Serpent

Sat, 08 Feb 2014
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11 comments
 

The acrobat cycles a million colours

Some lift her an electric blue

Moments flutter 

Soft quivers of the fluorescent lights

send him spinning to silvery lips

 A fluid memory, he walks 

the fine strands of hope

He sees on her brow

A final whisper 

Of defiance

 

In the void of the drop

naked in love

or in sleep

thoughts become weightless

the kisses of butterflies

He spins, 

languid,

A white-gold carousel

and they sweep him off

his soundless feet,

personify him with

faceless ovations

make him their own 

with truthless renderings

But for a moment,

a single moment 

when he is above the ring,

head in the stars

he feels the sores,

the heartbeats, licks them

clean off his skin

And he sees, once more,

her; art the stars

once imagined

 

 

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Some gorgeous, soft language and the circus imagery is so pretty.

 

Submitted by Jewel Serpent on

Lol, Vera, I think we just commented on each other's pieces at the exact same time! Sorry, I should have mentioned this first, but thanks for stopping by and leaving such a beautiful comment. I do appreciate it always. 

Speaking of coincidences, you're not the editor who gave me this cherry, are you? As I was saying to scratch, they seem to appear always around the time somebody comments on them.

Oh, this strange, strange world of synchronization...

Submitted by Marionella on

Beautiful, dream-like imagery. enjoyed!

Submitted by Jewel Serpent on

Thank you, Marionella! 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Think we cross-referenced comments, Jewel. smiley

 

Submitted by scratch on

A second piece from you - a poem this time and a damn fine one it is too.  There is lots to like in this and I particularly admire the soundless feet image.

However the whole is greater than its parts and all that.  

That you have managed to engender a fabulous relational aspect between the two in the full glare of the Big Top and under the wondrous scrutiny of the throng is really the thing that sets this poem apart from the crowd.  At the close I am left wondering if he was spurned, or denied, or usurped.  I guess that I'll never know for sure but I'm guessing at denied.

This is a great piece of poetry.  ABCtales has a great, new talent on its hands.

 

Submitted by Jewel Serpent on

Thank you so much, scratch. Your words really do mean a lot. I'm glad you got so much from my humble poem.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

I couldn't agree more with all that has been said, Jewel.  You have a great talent for poetry, indeed.  

Tina

 

Submitted by Jewel Serpent on

Thanks for that, Tina. It means a lot that you not only thought that, but took the time to say it to me.

Submitted by Canonette on

I've read this a few times now and think it's lovely - magical.

 

Submitted by Jewel Serpent on

I'm glad you thought so, Canonette. Thanks for dropping by!