Consider just this image, frank and bold
It represents a duel’s morbid, white end
The slain clown his shocked retainers enfold
While the avenger leaves with his strong friend
Art can and does function mimetically
At imitation, we humans excel
But it also works diegetically
Conspiring to invented stories tell
Can we work out why the poor, pale clown fell?
Why yes, for even if anonymous
These two did quarrel; one’s now bound for Hell
The painting leaves the mystery to us
As well it should, for having shown and told
The enigma remains, and can’t grow old
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.