Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #52
A Bell A Day Was Left
by Belinda Roddie
A bell a day was left on my doorstep.
Not large old things with wooden handles carved,
but little jingle bells like from a sled
with horse dragging it down the boulevard,
and they rang quite a sweet sound, silver spheres
of soft delight. I took them to my room
and hung them by red ribbons so my ears
would be soothed as I slept through nights of gloom.
I didn't know who was sending me these
tokens of music. It certainly was
not an accident. I even sent seas
of letters out asking what was the cause.
Then one day, at the door, I saw a bell
wrapped in a bow, child's handwriting. How swell!
by Belinda Roddie
A bell a day was left on my doorstep.
Not large old things with wooden handles carved,
but little jingle bells like from a sled
with horse dragging it down the boulevard,
and they rang quite a sweet sound, silver spheres
of soft delight. I took them to my room
and hung them by red ribbons so my ears
would be soothed as I slept through nights of gloom.
I didn't know who was sending me these
tokens of music. It certainly was
not an accident. I even sent seas
of letters out asking what was the cause.
Then one day, at the door, I saw a bell
wrapped in a bow, child's handwriting. How swell!
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