Cuckoo clock

Infant I stared in anticipation
father wound a cuckoo clock
I had learned of such things
Yet never seen
Such fascination for magic
animorpahsised icon
a wooden bird cacooned
attuned an instrument of time
Potentially marooned
Yet such energy in the spring
The tick tock comfort
The gentle rocking rhythm
It infected me
the audience chair spectacular
participants, a stage set on
Winter sun mellow
Highlights blue ribbons, the living room
twisting pipe smoke
such a sombre man set free
by the forgotton box clockwork key
Joy revealed the hidden emotion
That lingered on lined skin
A smile cracking
A simple thing
So out of reach
He knows the approaching
command performance
imminent
his confident confirmation
his rocking slowed
watching ,one minute to 3
the cuckoo first called
And in a symphony we smiled
Father and son
I spent my remains life in anticipation
For similar things
Long after daddy had gone

Oh my god! that's the funniest reply (and a sweet one) I ever read!

the plastic piece of emotionless equipment!! i really did guffaw!

thanks!!

hey he has got emotion the por plastic cuckoo, the on eI recall was wooden though.

thanks for your encouragement Im glad you like the work

x

from Peter

Pete, This is probably one of the best poems I've read today if not this week.
It has a depth to it that isn't hidden and it must be that which draws me to the poem.
It is easily a timeless poem (no pun intended!) and one I'll return to time and time again. (them bloody clock puns are everywhere)

That was a very angry and pasionate tick tock, you wouldn't make a good clock

Peter, very calm, very gentle, very sympathetic, loved it

Dave

Dave, Cayn, Sophie


Thank you.

this poem may well have got buried, i was very unsure as to post such a departure.

Pete, this poem is quiet simply, wonderful. From every poetic observatory, i stand and see nothing but the stars. Wonderful Pete, absolutely won-der-ful. My chord has been struck.
Nice one.

Gorgeously evocative and utterly charming, Pete. The energy in the cuckoo's coiled spring and in the anticipation of father and son is magical -- you almost feel that the cuckoo itself is as excited to see their reacations.

I meant 'reactions' -- the other word is a wobble!

Mox, Darren


many thanks