Children of All Ages, Good Night Options

[posthumous]

REVISION:

After you divorced me,
your mother took me to the circus.
I remember the horses
running in the ring,
women standing on their backs,
scions of the great plains
going around and around
and round again, followed by clowns
who didn’t wear makeup
telling jokes with their bodies.
We hugged, your mother and I,
at the end of that pageantry,
acceding to the ringmaster’s cries.






original:

After our divorce
your mother took me to the circus.
I remember the horses
running in the ring,
women standing on their backs,
scions of the great plains
going around and around
and round again, followed by clowns
who didn’t wear makeup
telling jokes with their bodies.
We hugged, your mother and I,
at the end of that pageantry,
acceding to the ringmaster’s cries.

[Adhamh MacAodh]

Good stuff Posty. Not sure about the ending. For some reason the words "pageantry" and "acceding" left me cold. They come across too...well, I don't know what, but too something. I think there's something less clinical you can use here. Hell if I know what that is. I enjoyed it and will continue to read it and I may post in a day or two to disregard everything I said. I reserve that right.

-A-