Twelfth Night

Twelfth Night

A Poem by Duncan Brown

Twelfth Night is just the right night

For a Feste fool of such clever light

To leave his mark upon the page

His food of love is just the stuff

For him to work his magical play

In so many a comical tragic way

Cross gartered on the worlds stage

 

Each fool is just the clown we are

And some of those can beguile us

As we traverse our daily bread

To keep ourselves so humbly fed

And lay our head upon a weary bed

Rising to fall that we may rise again

Fulfilling life’s sweet undulating call

 

Such fools are we of brilliant clarity

Thus we have some bright humanity

To guide us through in loving charity

The labyrinth of all things before us

Besetting our path with stumbling folly

And not all of which exactly adore us

We triumph still against our experience

 

Life’s foolishness is our heart felt fall

Upon the trespass of our mortal call

While each character is at our command

And every soul should be as we demand

In all except our very blessed selves

As authority without responsibility

Can oft times be our secret world fantasy

 

Fools like us do come and mercifully go

As part of life’s sweet ebb and flow

There’s so much of it we never know

And a bunch of stuff we shouldn’t

It can sometimes make us wonder

Why a good god on this foolish earth

Doesn’t display her telephone number.


© 2017 Duncan Brown



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Duncan Brown
Duncan Brown

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