The Harlequins of Madrid



One by one the harlequins disappear
surrender to ashtray evening; grey on grey,
but there is no grey here, they disappear

down the calles and carrilas, bending the river
the winter leaves fall from the winter trees
the air is still. A bell clangs in the courtyard

a flute plays; rhythms of a sweet empire
years later you will meet yourself here
sit by the palace gates and speak of Anna

never knowing how much pain the stars
have suffered, a piano stands on the street corner
wondering where the music went…



Charlie Baylis
Illustration Nick Victor

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3 Responses to The Harlequins of Madrid

    1. A most excellent illustration!

      Comment by charlie on 11 February, 2016 at 6:58 pm
    2. Beautiful words

      Comment by Pippa on 26 April, 2016 at 11:45 am
    3. thank you pippa middleton. you are very kind.

      Comment by charlie baylis on 19 August, 2016 at 1:30 pm

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