A sound of brass rings out across
foggy trees calling into the rain
a long sound that flows on across
cut hedges seeking the sun.
Go slow. Push up the hill.
Shadows build a show in the field
for those of us nearby but still
kept apart from everyday nature.

I grew up very close to the village church and love the sound of the bells that I barely hear as I’m so used to them – running through the churchyard at dusk in the summer the gravestones cast long shadows that I thought were the shades of the people buried there.


One thought on “Bells

  1. Background sounds, like church bells, resonate so strongly with our memories. They make you feel at home, or lost if you can’t hear them anymore. Lovely poem :)

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