Through the eyes of a clown (poem)

If

you are

quick, under the

thick layer of ceruse,

they will vamoose, but you

just might, when the light’s right,

catch a glimpse of ghosts of past love

staring from deep down through the eyes of a clown.

Written for Poetic Bloomings.

Image credit: The Happy Amateur (age 10…many moons ago…)

The caption reads “A sad clown.”

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur