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Hourglass Spindle and Lifeless Doll
Stephen is unable to sleep so he heads to his office. He sits down and picks up the ancient hour glass sitting on his desk. He flips it over and watches as the sand trickles through the narrow opening in the middle. A small pile starts to form in the lower chamber. He watches as his mind is transported back to an earlier time.
Looking through the spindles of an old staircase peering through the darkness to the floor. Hearing more than seeing, yelling followed by an anguished scream. He felt scared, how many times had that voice yelled at him, he felt helpless peering down into the darkness. His sister's sobbing was more than he could bear. Next he heard the front door slam as his Step dad left the house. Stephen tentatively made his way down the stairs as his hand bounced along the spindles to guide him through the darkness. He made his way across the living room. There his sister sat on the floor in her floral nighty clutching her favorite doll. He sat down beside her as she rocked back and forth. He said nothing just placed a small arm around her shoulder. Together they rocked and cried.
The Grandfather Clock makes a single chime bringing Stephen back to the present. He looks at the time it is now One AM. The upper chamber of the hourglass is now empty, the lower chamber filled with a pile of white sand. Stephen sits in the dark room rocking back and forth.
Endicott found her earl the next morn
and took her to get her checked by a doc.
Things seemed okay, until the next day
when she full under a grandfather clock!
Endicott he knew something wasn’t right,
something more serious than her broken leg.
So he went home with her, tucked her in tight,
then stood watch while she slumbered in bed.
It was nearly one when a figure appeared,
dressed a whole century out of style.
Endicott said,”Delacroix, we meet again.
I must say, it’s been quite a while.”
The specter it screamed and leapt for him,
awakening Kirsten where she did lie.
She came to just in time to witness,
a red fire glow in Endicott’s eyes.
He grabbed for the ghost, seizing its neck,
somehow grasping this writhing phantasm.
Eyes burning bright, he squeezed out its life,
until Mad Delacroix jerked and spasmed.
The ghost with a roar faded into naught,
and Endicott collapsed back on the bed.
Kirsten watched, stunned, as her lover’s eyes
turned back to blue from their fiery red.
She looked at him, her mouth gaping wide,
and said,”What in God’s name are you?”
He said,”I’m the demon they all speak of.
That much of it at least is all true.”
She backed away, unable to run out,
hobbled by her bad leg and the cast.
Endicott said,”You’ve no need to fear me,
the evil once inside is long past.”
She stuttered and said,”How can that be?
They say to control you will cost me my soul.”
He shook his head sadly, and smiled at her,
“That was not the deal made in days of old.”
“The selling souls part was completely true,
And it was my soul that great powers sought.
But it wasn’t to the Devil, that I sold out.
No, this demon sold his soul to God...”
CONCLUDES IN PART III.
Hickory Dickory. Can you imagine my shock,
when I saw a mouse in my grandfather clock?
The hands moved until the chimes struck one.
I took aim with my double barreled shot gun.
That mouse squeaked and in haste, off he flew.
I planned a surprise, so when it chimed at two
he'd take a bite of cheese and he'd be trapped.
I saw him nibble, but he escaped; trap snapped!
This went on throughout the day, hour after hour.
I was very angry and searched for more fire power.
In the basement I discovered a stick of dynamite,
and lit the fuse when the clock struck at midnight.
Hickory Dickory. Can you imagine my shock,
when the mouse laughed and began to mock.
"Hickory Dickory. You blew up your own house
and still didn't get rid of me, a little ol' mouse!"
As I sit and gaze outside by the open door,
Favourite classic poised once more,
Pride and Prejudice, the Bennetts galore,
O’ comforts of wealth, I wish for no more.
Today,
I entered the boudoir with passion and flair,
Chose the coveted scarf draped over my chair,
Chose the finest silk to decorate my hair,
The mirror warned, “please do take care.”
Cinderella, adorned in purple silk apparel,
Who I am now, who can possibly tell,
As the comfort of silk ordains my seat,
With ivory silken slippers on calloused feet.
The Sun,
illuminates dust circling above my feelings,
Of servitude that cannot float above ornate ceilings,
I call to the maidservant for afternoon tea,
Served on the best China and doilies filigree.
Suddenly, the old Grandfather clock strikes four,
My dreams crumble to dust and float out of the door,
Alas! My mistress will return in an hour, maybe two,
And I still have so much work to do.
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Date: 24/10/22
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Tic, toc, tic toc, the old fifteen century grandfather clock lay flat on the wall sounding the alarm and waiting for the mid-day brawl.
It is not the typical sound that a clock makes or the irony of the people standing at the gate, it is the message that it translates as they wait patiently to hear the sentence.
Tic toc, tic toc, I can hear the train coming down the track and the old grandfather clock moving to the rhythm of train was just in time to compose a brand new sound that send shock wave throughout the town .
I could feel my temperature raising and my body sweating, nothing could stop the heat from penetrating my feet, and a sudden maniac circulates the town pouring excitement all around.
The morning with its forbidden pleasure opens its pride and the newlywed celebrates with his bride, heaven and earth came alive when the door bells ring and jubilant crowd flock the street and start to sing.
The pleasures of life sinks deep in his flesh, the moment came quickly and he was gasping for breath, and all of a sudden, I felt my heart beating.
I stare at the old grandfather clock on the wall, hoping that it would answer questions about the brawl, the second hand is racing around the track; the minute hand is shouting from the top, and the hour hand is standing at the back.
I could hear the moaning and groaning and the birds screaming but grandfather’s clock lie flat on the wall listening to the melody of the mid-day brawl.
The warm air burst through the sky with grandeur and my heart sings a curious lullaby; everything around me was dead silent and the clouds in the sky waits anxiously for the clue to show me where the energy flows, I waited patiently for it and I move with it.
When hearts meet our spirit will greet, when hearts meet we will have a grand jubilee, when hearts meet we will sign the decree.
Tic toc, tic, toc the answer is finally here, he got twenty-seven years for meddling with the atmosphere and disseminating bad air.
When hearts meet with heart we have much to share.
The melodic tinkle of the music box moved her.
She arose with her pretty tresses and floor length silk
toward the shadows that possess treasures of death.
Like a grandfather clock with metal prongs and teeth
it plays a lovely song that draws the gothic lass
into the abyss. Her temporal time harnessed
by a young girl’s dreamy track, “dum, dum, dum,
da, da, da, dum, dum…” In reminiscent fog
of childhood, Cassandra moves with the innocence
of a toddler, with the outward aplomb of a zombie.
When, at last, she is in the spiderweb, her senses
come around. She still can’t flee and the shadow
becomes a man, a thing, unthinkable - she recognizes
his hypnotic countenance, his eyes an unimaginable blue,
his face paler than a ghostly child, his cape - a shroud
about his shoulders. He hums, “dum, dum, dum,
da, da, da, dum, dum…” A guttural scream, she
recognizes vibrates from her own lips. The monster
allows the chase and caterwaul within his space.
Melancholy and madness, take hold, as her neck is bared
and she becomes one of the undead. Only released
from the melody’s hold, when she she sinks her teeth
into an innocent victim, but alas, she also is reminded
of her past life, so cold, she weeps. The progenitor laughs.
When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see meadows full of golden wheat, and rosy pink flowers.
When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see myself reading, undisturbed, for hours.
When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see a grandfather clock, it's golden centre hitting the polished wood.
When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see the pearly white snowflakes gather on the ground, as I smiled, and tightened my hood.
When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see crackers being pulled, and the smell of roast turkey filling my nose.
When life flashes in front of my eyes, I see buds poking out of the grass, and a single rose.
Everything is black.
Don't walk out of my life
Friends
Because you are everything
I have
I don't want to be without friends
Living in Isolation
Because I can't stand being
In Isolation
Also, please friends
Don't abandon me
Because I need you
Always in my life
Also, friends don't tell me
Any lies anymore
Because I just hate friends
When you tell me lies
Also, I only want to hear
The truth coming from you
Friends
Also, friends I will always
Be around for you
All you have to do is call me
And I will arrive right away
To take care of you
Also, friends I hope
You will be there when
I am sick
Taking care of me
I also need some daily support
In my life
Can you give me that friends?
I don't think I am asking too much
What do you think?
I never understood that
You are spending some time
Alone that you made for yourself
I would love to be part of your life
Friends
I must tell you friend
The day is over
And the night is already here
Now is time for me to take
My medication
And pray to my father
Now I am going to bed
And I hope to sleep all through
The night
Yes, the night is very long
God made that way
For us to sleep
I am always up at 4 in the morning
Then I start to do
Some work my God
Friends
I turn my computer on
And I start to write some poems
For my God
All my poems have different feelings
That I wrote for my God
All my feelings come out from my heart
Friends
I don't need to do brainstorm
Because it comes automatic to me
Also, friends I love being God's poet
Now it was already 7:00 am
That my grandfather clock had chimed
And the sun came inside my house
It was beautiful to see it friends
It was very bright
It also warmed up my house
Once again
Because it was freezing last night
In my room
I had also to put double blankets on my bed
Than it felt alright again
the silver framed reading glasses rest on the nose of a father
who’s lost in his novel as he sits up in his now love empty bed
he’s living a different life in the journey he’s taking as he absorbs
the black and white words that are full of color in his head
the tick-tock if his dad’s pocket watch is a reminder
that his own time is constantly chasing after him
and on the wall a giant’s silhouette is reading over his shoulder
that’s created by the single switch bulb that has also grown dim
he leans over and pulls down on the string attached to the light
and it swings like the pendulum on the grandfather clock in next room
as the wrinkles around his eyes help to ease them shut and after a moment
his dreams put him back into the journey that he wanted to resume
He stands the test of time
And reassures my day
That thudding steady rhyme
The swishing arm that sways
The echo of the tick
Resounds around the hall
Close followed by the tock
It's rattled close to call
I love to make up rhyme
Against this beating drum
It gently passes time
And has since time began
He's seen life come and go
This wise old man of time
Through fads and fashion shows
He beats his steady rhyme
His hand moves with a click
His metronomic hum
The seconds duly tick
My heartbeat matched it's drum
The silence never still
As hands move passed and play
Another moment gone
We tick another day
The shame of once forgetting
To wind his welcomed key
To realise too late
That he's stopped his symmetry
The rush to hear him tick
We urgently do wind
Until that faithful click
Does fast appease my mind
His pendulum now waves
Hypnotic in it's rhyme
The ever present giveaway
That we have limited time
The family that cherished him
The generations passed
The keepers of his key did wind
Until their breath was last
My father and his father too
Did play once in this hall
And every chime did count
A game for one and all
The solitude I felt
Alone except the tick
I'd hours spend just listening
The drum of constant clicks
I barely knew my grandfather
But through his clock I find
His presence undeniable
Each time that I rewind
He smiles a tick, chimes a tock
His pendulum he waves
His voice still spoken through the thud
That echo that enslaves
Your wisdom I do count upon
Your melancholic rhyme
Reminds live each day fullest son
You've scarcely any time
The throbbing tick
It's sequel tock
I watch my life
Go round the clock
And Grandfather? He smiles