Having Hung Up These Chimes Poem by james watkin

Having Hung Up These Chimes



Winds, of your vocal torment
And fright'ning merit
Exposed, we, this night, chime-hung
As linguists, unfit.

No cursed howl, casement-athwart
Ghostly moan, roof-sped.
Homestead and nerve, rattling; both!
Song; sweet spirited!

Tuesday, September 27, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: sound,wind
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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