in a book
sitting at the dining room table
by an open fire
tick tock chimed
her great grandmother's clock
this is the home she wanted
a rural run down
with a lake
don't be silly child
ticking off tock
chimed her great grandmother's clock
a black and gold gothic monstrosity
in time
she did get her haywain
along with most of her dreams
only to realise
they all paled somehow
in comparison to the
burning logs of wonderworld
by the fireside
tick tock in tow
i told you so
i told you so
chimed her great grandmother's clock
never reassuring but a constant
that remained
tick
tick
tock
Cressida, this is just terrific. I really like this very much - the chiding clock! The reality of time's passage changing even the images in one's head - what one remembers, what one finds - how different it all is in the present (and how different the past is to)--you do this so very well here. Much enjoyed. k.
ReplyDeleteGreat bittersweet poem - I like how the tick tock of "I told you so" says with us long afterwards. Wonderful write.
ReplyDeleteI love the way you brought the clock to life here...and that it followed her, forever reminding her with its 'tick tick tock'.
ReplyDeletemy grandfather had a clock....i remember its sound easy...and time by the fire....i think our grands as well lived in a much different world but i think too we have walked away from some of their wisdom.....nice poem...
ReplyDeleteBittersweet and lovely. Thank you for your kind words.
ReplyDeleteI love the language of the clock. Well done.
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