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The #PoetryPals challenge this month is writing a poem about bells. It instantly made me think of a couple of bell poem ideas. However, the one that most resonated with me was one from my childhood. It must have been when I was in third or fourth grade. Late at night I heard the jingling of sleigh bells from outside when I was supposed to be asleep. It was most likely Christmas Eve. I grew up in a house that until seventh grade, the tree (one from a SoCal tree lot) was not put up until after my brother and I went to bed on Christmas Eve when Santa brought it and the presents.
I recently wrote what I call the “Double Golden Shovel” for my winter poetry swap person using two of their poetry lines to bookend the lines. I borrowed some words from the poems that spoke to me.
This week, I found Edgar Allan Poe’s poem, The Bells to select lines from. Confession: I slightly altered two of the words for a better fit in the lines.
From the poem, The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe
On Christmas Eve
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
By the side of the pale-faced moon
To wake at midnight by
the faint jingling and tinkling of bells. The
tintinnabulation from the rooftop out-side
that tells me of Santa’s arrival. His boots of
so much magic-the secret for walking in silence. The
musically clanging and twanging of reindeer, careful not to disturb pale-faced
Well tucked-in dreamers who slumber in Runic rhyme by the moon.
©Jone Rush MacCulloch
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