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Short Stories Poetry And the Granfather Clock Strikes Again
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And the Granfather Clock Strikes Again |
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| Written by Robert Quintin Penn | |
| Monday, 28 January 2008 | |
The old man's eyes flickered, his eyebrows growing heavy
the feeling of his demise overflowing like a levee
then the grandfather clock against the wall struck one
and he knew that his time here on Earth was done
the clock struck two
there was nothing he could do
the chimes struck number three
Death the Grim Reaper would have to do his deed
the striking sound of number four
and his soul was knocking on Heaven's door
at that point his heart shook his rib cage, and he fell on his back
he was being brought up to be repaired in his maker's shack
with each breath growing shallow, he counted the chimes
five
he gasped
six
he moaned
seven
he groaned
eight
his eye shut halfway
nine
and to die on the Lord's day...
ten
his eyes shut anyway
eleven
he grasped the Cross around his neck
twelve
...and he was no more.
Comments (12) |
 01-29-2008 00:56, style you have there. enjoyed it. » Reply to this comment...  01-29-2008 04:23, Decent...good read » Reply to this comment...  01-29-2008 04:56, A little perplexed. Was it twelve midnight or did a twelve hour period pass him by. I would hope he didn't stare all those hours at the clock instead of calling for help, but the poem read that way to me. I know,the teacher being a bit anal. I get that a lot. ...a 4 by the way » Reply to this comment...  01-29-2008 05:50, Interesting but when I read this originally, I got the feeling that 12 hours had passed, but then Chad brings up a good point about maybe it being the 12 chimes of the clock at midnight. That would make it much more exciting. I did like it.... » Reply to this comment...  01-29-2008 08:32, It takes place at midnight, and those are 12 chimes. All of this taking place in about 15 seconds. » Reply to this comment...  01-29-2008 13:15, cool idea for a poem. good job. Nothing scarier than a clock chiming 12 times on the midnight hour. » Reply to this comment... 01-29-2008 13:18, I truly and honestly dont like to correct anyone on this site, but I believe you spelt Grandfather wrong....tell me to shut the hell up know. » Reply to this comment... 01-30-2008 02:59, I spelt NOW wrong on that last comment....sometimes its best just to say nothing. » Reply to this comment... 01-30-2008 08:05, I type too quickly to notice the D is not in there... » Reply to this comment...  01-31-2008 12:43, to read a poem that actually told a story. these were my favorite lines: 1. "at that point his heart shook his rib cage, and he fell on his back 2. he was being brought up to be repaired in his maker's shack" There's something about the word, 'rib cage' that I like, and the other line was great. It made me think there was a struggle between him living and dying & the image it summoned was pretty cool. Good job. » Reply to this comment...  02-01-2008 18:01, great poem, liked the rhythem, the layout, the rhyme...there's not much to not like. excellent job. » Reply to this comment...  02-11-2008 17:30, brilliant. Thats for posting that, » Reply to this comment... |
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