The old town’s clock

town hall-clocks on the wall

Whereupon the sun shone
and lit the old hour-hand
of the solar clock,
the tower shook
as soon as the minutes started to tick;
they were silent
for a century

a lone maid watched
pondering her life
a smile and
awe
all at once
climbed upon her face
remembering what it looked like
when the hours and the days
were running wild
like horses near the gushing stream
in an ancient town
whereupon the clock
was more than a marker
of time
showing that as hands turn
so does life

© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 5th October 2015)
Photo from here.

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