My 8th grade classes just read Walt Whitman’s “Oh Captain, My Captain.” I love that poem as it used an extended metaphor to talk about Abraham Lincoln and his death after the Civil War ended.
So I assigned my students a poem to write. They were to write an elegy, which, according to the Oxford Dictionary, is a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.
I decdied that I wanted to write a poem too. I chose Robin Williams because how impactful he was to my life. I remember where I was when I heard the news… I was at a movie theater watching a live premiere of the movie “The Giver.” The news hit like a sledgehammer to my gut.
I wrote this poem I titled “An Elegy for the Clown” and I really love how it came out. I wanted to share it here.
An Elegy for the Clown
It was as if it happened yesterday.
Awaiting the curtain to be drawn
An atmosphere of electricity crackled away
Signaling the debut of a new dawn.
……….. A sudden cry came from far and wide
……….. Divulging that our clown had died
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The circus was overwhelmed by the rain
Pounding upon the souls of the grieving
A painted-on smile obscured his pain
The facade of facepaint deceiving.
…………The fans beneath the big-top cried
…………Discovering that our clown had died
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The clown was a master of his craft
Perfromances unlike but a few
We laughed, we laughed, we laughed, we laughed
Every act, every joke wholeheartedly through.
……………The tears of his peers flowed as they tried
……………To understand why our clown had died.
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Time after time, our clown changed his face
To therapist, nanny, DJ, or genie.
Make-up morphed him into each role he’d embrace
Magically even more than Harry Houdini.
…………….. Each role a bandage; make-up applied.
……………..Leading to the reason why our clown died
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They say pain and loss subsides over time
Good days, laughter, memories of him.
His acting, his improv and even his mime,
Can push aside feelings of sadness or grim.
………..To clowns, young and old, an inspiration bona fide.
………..Artistry abound after our clown had died.