There's a bell ringing afar
Perhaps in German
With the tongue of a fallen rock
There's a bell ringing three times
That’s announcing darkness
And its voice is bitter
Like a mouth in early morning
Before communion
There's a bell in the middle of this little town
And at nightfall
Its tone travels keenly to my ghostly ears
I wait for it sometimes
On the same bench
Of so many lonely people
I wait for it sometimes
Hoping that its sound
Would cover all of my lightning and thunder
I wait for it sometimes
With the trees behind me mumbling faintly
In foggy leaves
I wait for it sometimes
But when I wait
It doesn't ring
Aleda Estlin is from Romania and writes poetry and creative non-fiction. She holds a BA in Comparative Literature and an MA in Cultural Studies. Her interests include literature, visual culture, fashion, psychology, and spirituality. She’s inspired by birds, water, and secluded places. Currently, she’s experimenting with photopoems.
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