Day 4 National Poetry Month: Clockwork in Grey

Today’s poem is a chant from the prompt, Clockwork in Grey. Enjoy. Clockwork in Grey Minutia in patinaed metal,brass fittings fixed in silencea life run down its timeits clockwork in grey No more polish or treasured place,carefully wound with admirationA discarded, broken thing,its clockwork in grey Utility lost under eroded metalno longer prized or loved,its... Continue Reading →