March 1, 2012 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION












Ian Stewart Black


“The clown Pierrot sings of Columbine,

A creature fair as highest angels be.

To think that such a heart could e’er be mine;

The clown beset by cupid’s bow is me.

My lady is above all things revered,

And cut from thread which dreams are woven of,

But still she looked upon Pierrot, mere,

And promised him her sacramental love.

I wish upon you all delight as this –

Her dear Pierrot has been blessed to reap.

But now, enough rejoicing in my bliss;

I still my tongue a while, the lady speaks.”


“Bellow forth your love, Pierrot,

Tell of my unblemished graces;

Flourishing in apt affection –

To your words that reach all places.

Truly, gods have smiled upon you,

Furnishing your heart with passion;

Plain as you might be in essence,

Unassuming and oft outdone.

Venerate me as you promised,

Lest I stray to a suitor new.

Love me, and be lost, Pierrot;

As you sing for me, I love you.”


“Happily, Columbine, poetry pleases you –

Even to fall to the arms of a commoner;

But beauty, vanity, prominent majesty,

All of it calls to you, all of it beckons you.

Pierrot dissipates, living in monochrome,

Wasting his sentience crafting his arias.

Wouldn’t you rather be living in eminence,

Beautiful, luminous, glistening beside me?

Follow me, Columbine, elegant, ever-free;

Blossoming, glorious, shine as a firefly,

Enliven this colourless jester no longer.

Fall to me: Harlequin, worshipping all of me.”


“Colourless, perhaps, but loyal,

Pale, but never straying from me;

Songs of love, he has to offer,

Still you speak of absent beauty?

Yet you see my heart’s ambition –

And you promise luminescence

Where this simple fool has sonnets,

Ballads, choruses: naught but words.

Hold me not too dear, Pierrot,

For all my love was vanity.

I exchange your songs for sequins,

Into the arms of Harlequin.”


“How cruelly does this story culminate

That I end without a blithe word spoken;

Sweet Columbine absconds to live her fate,

And the poor Pierrot, he is broken.

Now my laughter, smeared in sombre lipstick

Is twisted to a still, despondent frown;

Lost amid the comic and the tragic,

And who has pity for a grieving clown?

Upon his knees, the poor Pierrot weeps –

For Columbine, whose love he bears within.

Forsake him here to tend his sorrows, deep,

As inky tears malign his silver skin.”

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  1. Selma March 29, at 05:16

    Hi Michael, your poems were excellent. The power of the 'Eve factor' can't be denied. Very well said!

    • Michael April 25, at 12:00

      Hello Selma, Thanks for appreciating my Poem.

  2. Selma March 29, at 05:14

    Hi Robert, beautiful, beautiful imagery - "blues plunging into viridian" - WOW. I love that. Bravo!

  3. Selma March 29, at 05:11

    Hi John, 'Escapes From The Ordinary' really stood out for me. I like everyday life as subject matter. You can do so much with it. The image of the milk being poured down the drain is a striking one!

  4. Selma March 29, at 05:06

    Hi A.J. You've got some FAB images in your poems. I love - "Throw a wish to the wind. And I will save it in a can." as well as - "A hand I have never met snaps a shutter against the moon." Brilliant!

  5. Selma March 29, at 05:03

    HI Teresa, I particularly like your poem 'Winds' - it is very powerful. Thank you.

  6. Selma March 29, at 04:58

    Hi Fiona, Just wanted to say I enjoyed both of your poems very much. I can relate to 'Sifting For Gold' a lot. Your final stanza is so apt.

  7. Selma March 29, at 03:15

    Hi Ian, your depiction of the enduring story of Pierrot and Columbine was quite moving. It tugged at my heart that he was broken and that no one had pity for him. A tale of woe, indeed.

  8. Selma March 29, at 02:36

    Hi Liam, I really liked your poems, in particular 'This Town.' The rhythm of it made it read like a song. I can relate to the line: " She asked how we’re going to get out of here," Oh yeah!

  9. Selma March 29, at 02:04

    Hi Ilona, just wanted to say I thought both of your poems were excellent. There is a bleak kind of beauty contained in both of them. The one about the fisherman really got to me. I was greatly affected in an emotional sense by the oil spill in the Gulf. I don't think I'll ever get over it. Thank you for your profound images.

    • Ilona Martonfi August 31, at 21:39

      Hi Selma, thank you for the kind words. Hope your summer was great. Cheers, Ilona

  10. eleanor shannon March 24, at 17:48

    Prmtime Guy and Sifting for Gold are two of the most beautiful and interesting poems I have read in a long time.

  11. Kay March 05, at 12:23

    Beautiful poems. The March showcase is full of life and I love Michael's mood of capturing beauty in a dancing array of peace.


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