The Metronome Poem by Chris Zachariou

The metronome strikes
a thousand beats
tic, tic, tic, tic.
Monotonous and dull.
A toc never follows a tic.

Across the ocean
in a country far away
a moth cocooned
works night and day
forging exquisite silk

until a day in early spring
she breaks out of her prison
and the little butterfly flies free.
She flaps her wings and starts
a storm across the sea.

But the metronome keeps
taunting the unhappy king
tic, tic, tic, tic
but it never beats a toc
it always beats tic, tic.