Two Poems by Lydia Harris
Quadrangular Hand Bell I swing my body to the clang of my tongue, dip into copper to sweeten my tone, hang over the door for my voice is a song. Three rivets at sunrise fasten me down with a loop at my head to wrap fingers round. Grip me with a thumb, let my clapper sound. It’s in my power to subdue a storm. … Continue reading Two Poems by Lydia Harris