The Crucified Clock
The crucified clock ticks a laugh
ha-ha, ha-ha,
hollow in the hall
hung high from its hands
dripping seconds and days
on the children beneath
sliding from game to game
decanting the time
to sip later.
The crucified clock clicks it’s tongue
clock-clock
a vocalist wrinkled
singing it’s backing tunes
laced to the melodies
left behind
by the soul of this house.
The crucified clock all but winks
as I chase it’s discarded
frowns
left in the halls of my heart.
Want to comment on this Poetry?
Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
|
 |
|
