Leaves of red and yellow fall
wrapping the ruins in rubies and gold.
Once bells tolled, clanging rings,
singing the years and hours–
joy-peals for weddings, clamoring-bongs
when wars were done.
Silence drifts ghost-like in this place
bells, knelling, an echoing trace.
A seasonal quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is bell.
Ringing bells never fail to stir ancient echoes. They offer a whole-body experience unrivaled. Loved it!
Thank you! What a lovely comment, Susan!
Echoes everywhere. (K)
Seasonal, ekphrastic-like, haunting. Lovely!
Thank you very much, Dale.
I had to search for an image to go with it!
Well you succeeded, brilliantly!
Thank you! 🙂
You are most welcome!
I enjoyed reading this poem. Vivid imagery.
Thank you very much.
I love how this poem focuses on sound! It reminds me of Poe’s “The Bells”–only better.
Wow–thank you very much, Liz! 😊
You’re welcome, Merril!
“Silence drifts ghost-like in this place”
Dark and melodic, too. Entrancing poetry Merril. Be still, my black heart🖤
Hopeful verse. I love the “ghost-like” bell that never really stops but echoes on despite it all.
Thank you, K! I’m glad you found it hopeful.
Taking us back down the ages, engaging our senses
Thank you very much, Derrick.
A haunting quadrille, Merril, so beautifully painted, with the ruins wrapped in rubies and gold and the echoes of ‘joy-peals for weddings, clamoring-bongs / when wars were done’. The final lines had me pricking my ears for a ghostly bell.
Thank you so much, Kim. And thank you for the prompt.
a telling contrast between all those bell sounds and the silence in the ruins – lovely poem Merril
Thank you very much, Laura!
I love this poem. I took a similar “echoing” path. Thanks for this one.
Thank you so much! 😊
I can hear the haunting sound of the bells… I love the echoing sounds.
Thank you, Colleen!
Merril, reminds me of putting my ear to a conch shell and hearing the ocean. Really like how you concluded this.
Thank you so much, Lisa! I rewrote that ending several times!
You’re very welcome.
I love the sense of echoes in those ruins… were bells have tolled maybe their echo always will stay.
Thank you, Björn. I think that might be true.
Well done. A wonderful poem, Merril.
Thank you very much, Bill!
Liking this very much, Merrill. I Love that the bells played when the “war” ended. Looks like the church took a bad beating from the bombers. Ours?
Mrs. Jim’s brother was shot down from his P38 during WWII near a church, the rector came out and got his dog tags but the Italians took his body and buried it. We didn’t know where abouts of the church until after we quit going to Italy.
Thank you, Jim.
I wasn’t referring to any particular war. I imagine though church bells did sound when wars ended or any big event.
The painting is early 19th century, a German artist.
I’m sorry about your brother-in-law. It was good of the rector to get his dog tags so you know what happened to him.
Bells long asleep,
Echo silent, yet loud.
Thank you very much! 😊
It evoked a sad feeling for days gone by. Beautifully crafted, Merril. 💙
Thank you, Punam! 💙
My pleasure. 😊
‘wrapping the ruins in rubies and gold’ – how wonderful! 😊 🍂
Thank you so much, Ingrid! 💙
Wonderful image for this poem! I love your description of the leaves…so lovely, and so fitting for this piece.
Thank you very much, Linda! 😊