Peter Lewis Holmes Poet Verse

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

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser August 5, 2015 at 2:21 AM Peter. a7 for me, flow and imagery and message is well- weave in the lines!~Olive ELoisa

John Fleming August 3, 2015 at 1:12 PM This is a cracking little poem, Peter! Nicely done - A seven! My very best regards. :) john