Sweeping Hands

Sweeping Hands
Form: Epistle Sonnet 3

Three brass hands moving while marking out time
Seconds drifting into minutes then hours
But never enough to release the chime

For the old clock’s music covered in grime
Releasing the sound is beyond my powers
I know I keep saying I’ll get it fixed
Because I’ve never heard its little song
Then I think, I like the silence it keeps

I think its chimes will make time seem too long
How will little bells change the time betwixt
The then and now, do I need the ding dong
To remind me of when in love we mixed

Just watching each hand as it slowly sweeps
Is enough to tell me how slow time creeps

©JGFarmer2023