Saturday, 18 February 2012

A Drink, A Clock and A Wonderin Mind (June 5th 1990)

This is a very short poem I wrote (5th June 1990), whilst staying on the Isle Of Tiree in the Scottish Isles. One night that clock upon the wall really did sound very very loud!
Quiet is the mode,
Only that mechanical tick.
I hear the dispatch of time,
Relayed through that machine upon the wall.
Countless numbers of ticks have gone,
All a story to Tell.

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