Written for Kim Rodrigues Bells poetry contest.
Suspended high up the tower, I hang out of sight. My shiny golden brass core is hollow, but I have a big mouth with a bell as a tongue. Sometimes pigeons visit, resting on my arch, but fly away leaving their droppings behind. Don't pity me for my loneliness and silence, as this serenity never lasts. When the cloaked man arrives and pulls at my rope he breaks the peace with deafening sounds. Each tug hammers against my cup shaped sides, belching vibrating echoes across the lands. In an enchanting melody that brings joy to most, but distress to some - who only hear me as shrills and shrieks. I love my ding dongs, be it to tell the time, or for funerals, weddings or as a call to prayer - I'm content in ringing all day long!
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