no gentle spring rains
from the wretched grandfather clock
just the constant hunger for winding
we feed it tension and time
it belches chimes gears and fears
that reek of aftershave
brought tears to my eyes
an empty chair
a thousand sour, empty threats
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Words and Feathers 
‘It belches chimes gears and fears’ painful memories lurking. I like how you wove the tension.
Thank you. I was in the mood for something a little bitter.
Man this is emotive, i love the language you’ve used around the clock and how it leads us to the man.
I was thinking about how we imbue objects with power through association. And how sometimes the Werther candy commercials get it so wrong.
Those adverts creep me out. Way to mess with those subliminal archetypes, mate.
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Oh Crow, your Quadrille really grabbed me. I like the way that ‘spring’ in the first line could be the season or a coil of wire tumbling from a wretched grandfather clock. Painful memories expressed so well.
Thanks so much for the inspiration, Kim.
I like the idea of feeding the grandfather clock and it producing chimes as if it were alive, but is rather a “wretched” machine representing “empty threads” of perhaps a real grandfather who is no longer there.
Yeah. I was looking for a symbol.
Definitely a bitter aftertaste to grandfather’s memory here…it reeks but well done!
Thank you!
I hear anger and a reluctance to let go in these words. Even grandfather clock seems angry. May Spring clear the air!
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This is taut. I like the tension it conveys.
Thank you!
no gentle rains indeed, more like a storm brewing…
A veritable hurricane.
Did you get spanked or just left in a corner? I would’ve spanked you.
A spanking and not’s not even my birthday? How lucky!
Lucky Chuckie 🙂
How you moved it from the clock to the grandfather is very well done… that aftershave really made it for me.
Thank you. That seemed like an instinctual move, and everyone seemed to pick up on it.