Man in Green by Stan Phillips

The Man in Green

by Stan Phillips

He was the dwarf with a countenance of beauty. And he had journeyed from far away on stunted legs that carried him, filled with pain, along endless roads, and rutted fields.

Strange lands, Strange languages had filled his life till he arrived, by chance, upon this bright and noisy fairground. He sat upon the grass, breathing heavily with the efforts of his travel.

His sad eyes were set like sparkling gems, brilliant diamonds shining in the depths of his lined face. His beard, once black, was now ash grey, and an air of doomed sorrow hung about him as he placed his black cap upon his head, rose unsteadily and walked from the fair with the laughter and music echoing in his ears.

Unseen Unheeded Unwanted He limped out of sight. Oh, if only they had seen him as he paused briefly there If only they could have explored the soul of him. For he was a man of wondrous character and wisdom. A man of mischievous devilry. One who could love those who despised him, who mocked him for his strangeness. Who could respect those who disagreed with him. And who could forget his pain with laughter, and a tankard of ale.

Oh yes, the world would be grieving his passing yet. If the world could have stopped to really see him. Be aware of his existence. Accepted him for what he was. The pain racked nobility of Yuri, the dwarf with the countenance of beauty.

Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.”

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