Bells
My bells, are shared with you,
At the ringing in of the taut day
And the ringing out of the mayfly
The bells, brazen, lucid, warm,
Silence the chatter of the clouds,
Bring solace to a weary ear
And the peeling bellow of the rim,
The clatter of the clapper, urged on by
Yolk, the busy carillon two octaves tall
Falls quiet the nightfall comes, tied the
Ringers’ rope on wooden stop; cadence,
Hum, now spins the air in hollow cup
Written for Bells contest 3/8/15
Copyright © Peter Lewis Holmes | Year Posted 2015
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