Most people love me because of my silly clothes and decorated face

They do not care for reality as they too have disguised themselves

And I am just an extension of this absurd fantasy it is as simple as that

 

But of late I have tired of my theatre as I have a good but serious heart

I want to live the life of an ordinary man and not a flippant clown

The circus is no longer my world and I am leaving after this season ends

 

Yet I have not stepped into a vacancy as a trapeze artist has captured my heart

We will be setting up home together in Ireland the country of her birth

She has a reputation for being a fire maiden because of her looks but this untrue

 

As she is the gentlest creature that I have ever know shy modest fragile and free

No longer will she fly like a bird and no longer will I be the painted fool

We have finished our travels and intend to stand still until we receive Gods direction

 

 

Red Poem Number Four