Thursday 11 April 2013

The Juggler's Cap

A tiny mercurial ball
Tinkling like fairy-laughter
Struck my little left toe

A giggle
A gasp
And fading claps

Dissolving with the silence
In little stagnant pools
Of shivering ignominy

Heads bobbed curiously up
Ragged roar of remonstrations
Monstrous black balls of tumbleweed

Scattered glasses, egg shells
Humble footprints headed off stage
And the juggler’s cap
Once the yellow yolk of English breakfast
And the rich red evening tea
Spread-eagled there on dust motes

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