Tentatively, I am asked

Do you want the Grandfather’s clock?

The end of the sentence…..

When I am dead

Remains unspoken.

It’s a heirloom and

It ‘s grand.

But it looms ominously

ticking  like a bomb

Chiming like the bells that toll

Each hour, every hour.

With menacing accuracy.

Pause the pendulum

And strike not

The hour.

This mouse is terrified.

By Fiona Lochhead     Sept 2010

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