Marking Time
It’s early.
The dull glow
Of square numbers,
Greenish,
Wash over the room.
It is primed and set.
Periodically
The deep chimes
Of the serious
Square, plain mantle clock.
The lighter,
More tuneful
Chimes
Of the overly ornate
French clock,
(Turned sideways,
because it wont run
facing forward.)
Follow.
Outside,
In the dim light,
A magpie
Runs though its chords.
Over and over.
I listen to the magpie,
I count the chimes,
But I obey the
Alarm.
.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2016
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Another 'overclocked' household. Fortunately I rarely need the alarm these days. And am my partner's alarm. In too many ways.
ReplyDeleteSo true! The thing I notice most at my parents' house is the ticking of all sorts of clocks...
ReplyDeleteI thought you were retired?
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