The Jingbut Ding Poem by Clive Culverhouse

the town of Jingbut
had a ding
that chimed and chimed
did ring and ring
and a mystery
was this loudly thing

for over air
and garden came
straight through house
each room the same
for where you were
it did not wane

an all around
an everywhere
incessant ringing
to the ear
an omnipresent
far and near

it was a witch
as told by some
whose voice aloud
when she was hung
a curse to all
she deathfully sung

others tell
of murdering
or ghost or phantom
or of goblin
a demon's
episodic rambling

then just as quick
as it had started
it wasn't there
as strange it ended
gone, gone
but for how long

no-one knew
why it had been
but oft it rang
this haunting ring
that held the town
the Jingbut ding