Monday, September 25, 2006

from The Poetry Challenge The Bell of All Hallow's

Here is a poem from the poetry challenge. Just in case you were wondering what I've been getting up to. I'll try and post a poem a month from the challenge. Hope you like it.

The Bell Of All Hallow’s

Each morning
during the summer term
with all the classroom windows open
and the wind in the right direction,
the bells of All Hallow’s
comes to us
like a solemn whisper
a hushed promise -
its faint chimes
ripple out over the town.

They come to us
a gentle gift -
a wave that flows
above the low drone
of pre motorway traffic
and over the hard
lines of the roads.

Between our words
a soft peal drops -
sky music.
A quivering island of sound
blown by the wind
reaches out over the suburbs
calling to us
as pleasing as a tuning fork
resonating to the bone.

© David Loffman

25 September 2006

2 comments:

Simon G said...

that one resonates for me too!
All Hallows rings across the web...

Do you know the song Dylan sings on Oh Mercy? - - -

Ring them bells ye heathen from the city that dreams
Ring them bell from the sanctuaries, 'cross the valleys and streams
For they're deep and they're wide, and the world's on its side
And time is a-runnin' backwards and so is the bride
Ring them bells St. Peter where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand so the people will know
Oh it's rush hour now. on the wheel of the plow
And the sun is a-goin' down upon the sacred cow

Ring them bells sweet Martha for the poor man's son
Ring them bells so the world will know that God is one
For the shepherd is asleep where the willow weep
And the mountain is filled with lost sheep

Ring them bells - for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells - all those who are left
Ring them bells - for the chosen few
Who'll judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells - for the time that flies
For the child who cries when innocence dies

Ring them bells St. Catherine from the top of the roof
Ring the bells from the fortress for the lilies that bloom
For the lines are long and the fighting is strong
And they're breakin' down the distance between right and wrong

Steve Statler said...

I've been catching up on your Blog Dave. Ambling back and forth, switching from the past to the present. I experienced an intense moment of joy, recognition, nostaga and connection ... across the Atlantic when I read your May 2003 post that compared blogging with our late ... all night radio shows ... think I'm going to listen to the Hissing of Summer lawns now.

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