Sunday, 18 February 2018

Au Revoir, Mon Amour!

I once never had an affair. Well, wouldn’t you? Burning with a desire I could barely grasp, I reached out and gave You everything I had, body and words, then twisting, turning, smouldering, blazing, falling, I spun out of control. Circus is a jealous bitch, you see, as Tumble Circus once declared. Give Her your heart, and She will and take your soul. Damn the Circus!

But if you want to truly know your lover, set them free. I am all at sea now, realising a long-held dream with Xavier, sailing round the world with our three young children on a 40 foot catamaran called La Cigale. She is named after Cicada in La Fontaine, and Aesop’s Fable, who dances Her way through summer, and come Autumn has to sing for her supper. Since October, we have crossed the Bay of Biscay, then on our journey down the Iberian coast slipped through Hurricane Ophelia’s clutches (just!), and sailed from the Canaries across the Atlantic Ocean to the Caribbean. This week we set sail for the San Blas islands, possibly stopping over at the ABC, then through the Panama Canal in March, to the Galapagos in April, and from there across the Pacific... The wifi that has been intermittent at best up until now, will soon slip away altogether. 

So Goodbye for now, or rather, Au Revoir au Cabaret... Auf Wiedersehen, Pet. And Thank You. I leave behind my funny Valentine, and take your music with me, the notes of clowning around, juggling minims and tugging at silken strings. The physical and mental courage of the many artists and creatives I have met along the way has been nothing short of inspirational, and the virtual support of readers all over the world has kept me reaching out in turn. The fire and passion from this connection has made me stronger, forging an iron will in flames that feather and fan, and I am channelling that energy now into circusnavigating the globe with my family. One day I’ll be back, and in the meantime you can find me writing my heart out at

Love and onions, 

Martinique, 18 February, 2018.

Photo credit:  Stormy Sloane

Friday, 16 February 2018

Chapter 216: A Circus Valentine

"Not a red rose or a satin heart. 

I give you an onion. 
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. 
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love. 

It will blind you with tears
like a lover. 
It will make your reflection a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful. 

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion. 
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are, 
for as long as we are. 

Take it. 
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring, 
if you like. 
Its scent will cling to your fingers, 
cling to your knife. 

Valentine,   by  Carol Ann Duffy