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Auntie's Clock
With pride of place, as tall as me
Only more alive
Regular as clock-work it got polished
Or wound for its chimes.
In between she used to say (knowing my mother)
"Don't mind her, you're as good as anyone" but later
Few women polished me, let alone wound my spring
I never kept good time or chimed and
Rarely got listened to
I'm ticking over now
Monday 25th May 2020 11:13 am
Wind Chimes
`
small sounds
twinkle in my ear
a velvet touch of
invisible fingers quietly
mingle on a weathered cheek
with sullen humid arvo sweat
bleating echoes in the wind
dessicated foliage rustles
as creaking floorboards
whisper willowed memories --
childhood's laughter rings
clarion of tomorrow fades
`
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Monday 10th January 2011 1:36 pm
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