Serena Malcolm

Tick, tick, tick; the sound resounds,
A hammer in the still of the minute,
Tick, tick, tick; a knife that can slice
through thought and all that’s in it.
It’s all that lives as silence swells,
Its tendrils choke my mind,
Every word I’ve ever learned
is filched by the lilt of time.
And this temporal tune that haunts me
will be the dirge for all I’ve penned,
For I can hear nought but tick, tick, tick,
And fear I will not write again.

Ever get that feeling when you need to clear your mind, or concentrate on something and all you can hear is a clock ticking? And the more you try and ignore it, the louder it becomes?? That was me today as I sat down trying to write a poem for my one year blogiversary. And instead of something celebratory, this is what came out – thanks to my blasted kitchen clock!

Essentially I got clock blocked 😉 😛