The Bells, The Bells. ~David Marchetti
I wander, I wonder,
Of chimes and bells,
That clang and clatter,
So dense, so dull,
Bleached
Of brittle
bone, the clang,
the clang, that
never-ending tone.
Chiffchaff, Chiffchaff,
Mayflies weaving,
Flittering on
Wisps,
Of lifted breath,
Fragile
Foils translucent,
Away, away,
Forever drifting.
And what of Oizys?
Her tendrilled thorns
Dithering among
The jasmine root,
While whirrs
Of laughter,
Ensnare our
Voiceless
Echoes.
