Grandfather Clock

Tick, tick, tick it didn't seem to have a tock

went the sound of my grandfathers clock

it stood at the top of the staircase.

 

Looking grim

its dial a face to a small boy

every hour it bellowed out its forlorn cry

 

Oh how I loathed that clock

with it's tick, tick and no tock

a face without eyes

yet to me I felt it could see

yes SEE and especially me

 

Full of dust and decay

yet still it ticks on and on

that sound of my granfathers old clock

 

The night of the fire I shall never forget

I woke about twelve

to the sound of that old clock

 

A warning it had given

smoke all around I cried out to my parents

I screamed out loud

 

The house was ablaze

no help was found

as I ran from my room

 

My grandfathers clock was saying

TICK TOCK

with a hell of a bang

the clock fell

I thought I might die as it covered me over

 

When the fire died down

and they lifted that clock they found me alive

I shivered inside

 

The clock had died

yet protected me

oh how I now loved my Gradfathers old clock

 

 

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Ticks without tocks are aggravating. The metaphor here is very apt. Good to see you back.

[Corset]

I've read this over several times, and it strikes me how one incident can completely change how you feel about a thing, but it does just that sometimes. I enjoyed this write.