For the next few days will be prompts provided by one of my newsletter subscribers and this first one is Wind. Now I chose to go with the “turn (a key or handle) repeatedly around and around” definition of that word, specifically as in winding a clock. And today’s poem form is my try at a Mirrored Refrain. Enjoy.
Wind (the Clock)
Polished wood, with the scent of lemon oil,
standing sentinel, that grandfather clock
Weathered hands racing ‘round the face
and we wind the gears, tick tock, tick tock
Our stately relic of those bygone days,
its oaken wood carved with grace
And we wind the gears, tick tock, tick tock,
weathered hands racing ‘round the face
Our precious heirloom and memories sweet,
stories told while the children gawk
Weathered hands racing ‘round the face
and we wind the gears, tick tock, tick tock
Home and history etched over its veneer
Time everlasting preserving the pace
And we wind the gears, tick tock, tick tock,
weathered hands racing ‘round the face
© A. F. Stewart 2023
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Very nice! When I sent in a list of prompts, including wind, I was only thinking of wind in the weather sense. Love what you came up with!
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Glad you liked it. Wind in the weather sense is a favourite theme of mine, but I wanted to try something different this time.
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