Time

"Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind." Nathaniel Hawthorne I sneer at grandfather clock, standing in the hall, listening as his ticking, leaves my anger spent. I long to bind his hands and make time crawl, and if that's considered a sin, I will never repent. His old brass pendulum swings much too fast, like a gossip, repeatedly wagging his tongue. Oh, how I would love to make him gong his last so I'd have eternal peace when his bell is wrung. His infinite chime persists at the top of each hour and in that moment I feel recurring pain. I must get past the relentless echo of his power. Headaches from his hammering drive me insane! Not in the present, but I swear that one day soon I'll find a way to remove his pulley and chains. No longer will he gambol that annoying tune, a cadenced rhythm in redundant refrain. Time - 8 Word Challenge Sponsored by A Dear Heart Posted on July 3, 2020