‘Winding the Clocks’ by Carole Bromley

  Winding the Clocks Each night you do the rounds, like a lover who keeps faith after the loved one’s gone; I guess it’s at the root of all you do. I’m thinking this as you set the alarm, lock the front door, hoist the pendulum; it falls to you now to wind the grandfather in the hall, your arm in the mahogany case your … Continue reading ‘Winding the Clocks’ by Carole Bromley