When The Clowns Have Gone

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Sometimes you have to pull the rabbit out of the hat and beat them over the head. ie. maybe too subtle, which is a shame, sad to say, this looks like an audience failure

Is Twelveoone correct?

Maybe - I'm still puzzling over this - but I expect when I come to something it will be worth it.

THE MAD HATTER SARDONICALLY SNEERING

while young tots no longer fear the clowns, TK U MLJ LV NV

???

I've gone missing on this one - don't get it at all. Keep thinking that hats are made from rabbits skins(fur).

questions

that make the mind make an instinctive jump to answer or chase the answer in the poem :)

there is a deep seeded melancholy in this for me,

the first line questioning

does the ringmaster never take off his hat?

makes me think of a constant professional that always wears his work, never lets his image or persona slip, a control freak at all time a "ringmaster" also ringmaster tends to bend ones mind in the direction of a circus.

second line reinforces the image of a dictatorial type leader

"too busy directing the marches"
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he'll watch you fall
smiling as the nets fail
the audience gasp

this here for me seems to shore up the notion that this man don't give a shit about you, or anyone bar his "show going on" at all costs, makes me think of a tight rope walker or trapeze artist attempting the impossible, for the sake of the show, and at the orders of the "ringmaster".
------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------and all that's left
when the clowns have gone
are the rabbits
no miracles, no hats

something done fucked up in a big way, and mr ringmaster has high tailed it with his money, taking his clowns, his circus his hat with him, no miracles to help you,

the rabbits

lead me down a weird path, a grass meadow, a broken form, abandoned and wrappers flapping in the breeze, but the show must go on.

this made me sad,

A false god we make in our own image? although "smiling as the nets fail" seems too harsh for any god, false or otherwise. I'm as stumped as ishtat is on this one, butters.

sorry i didn't leave enough breadcrumbs, guys :)

worked off an old, longer piece, this one is all about the manipulations of a cruel husband and the circus he made of relationships ergo 'ring'master

explained better over on the poetry forum in todski's thread and with a link to the original piece.

I like this one, as I pointed out at tod's thread. The only part that still causes me doubt are the last two lines—not because I don't like them, but because my interpretation of them wasn't the same as what you intended with them, which perhaps points that that particular bread crumb was a bit too well hidden. :) The rest didn't seem too cryptic to me, however.

Rybka told me once

that poetry that must be explained is not poetry. I agree. This is a good place to finish or polish a poem, so good luck with that :)

When I read this, my process of association immediately leapt to the idea of how "The show must go on" - something done usually for the sake of the audience. Circus audiences are usually comprised of children. So, the result for me was that of a couple rermaining together for the sake of the children, despite the magic being gone in their relationship - but nothing suggested cruelty, because false faces were put on.

When putting forth a symbolic representation of a specific event, the reader's process of association is always going be a monkeywrench.

Still a good read for me even though I took a turn down a fluffy bunny trail and ended up at an alternative destination.