49. Outsiders – ReadWriteFlow

Seasons, senses & self

…
The circus sells its tickets fast.
The Jester prowls outside, outlasts
The clowning and the juggling. He growls
His rhyming lines; he sings and howls,
And gives away his precious things.
Too many spend lives haggling.
Jack leaves his money in a ditch.

Unlicensed Fool! He claims his pitch
Outside the court. The king and priest
Declare him of all men the least
But he just won’t stop scratching names
He gives himself, and foolish claims,
And twenty thousand thousand words
On concrete, mud, and trampled turd.
…
(from The Outsiders)

Seasons, senses & self 49/365:
Nudging you to... write? reflect? walk? notice? flow?

As this an extract from the middle of a poem, I invite you to write your own context for it – a beginning and an ending. It doesn’t have to be rhyme – you could use prose, or a police description of the Fool (and his arrest perhaps?), or …