Carillon Canticle

Hear the sledges.

Softer

Ring the bells

As night air passes by.

Silver, golden, alarum, iron

Chimes ringing

The changing tones

Of a different life.

Gentler

Swings every lifeless limb.

Scrutiny begs perfection,

And who am I

To deny that force?

To bare the truth in me

While wearing some other skin?

Sweeter

Hums their melody

Buzzing in the meadow.

How wonderful every gift,

So scrumptious every treat,

Such sacrifice for me

That I will not return.

Reviews

[KWP]

The imagery here is strong enough for one to fall right in and be uplifted. I enjoyed the flow of each stanza and enjoyed even more the open endedness of the last line. X

[Outdated Account]

Thank you for the review, especially your praise of the flow. This poem is partially inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's "The Bells" which has a very strong musical flow to it (most of Poe's poetry does). To have any degree of what I intended to be portrayed in my writing actually get noticed is awesome.

[KWP]

I recently leant about the flow in Bells. Love that poem - oh and you are most welcome X