The Resonance of a Glockenspiel

My response to imaginary garden with real toads Little Tiny 

Our task today is to be inspired by Brandi’s song to write our own verse on the subject(s) of being and/or feeling alone, building walls, glockenspiels and jingle bells, cliches and replays, or anything else “Little Tiny” brings up for us. I’m not sure about this poem, so I would appreciate any comments. 🙂

LITTLE TINY by Brandi Ediss

 

The jingling of the wind chimes

In the branches of our tree

Reminds me of a glockenspiel,

A resonance that seems surreal.

Its metallic tingle, like a tiny bell,

That in the wind begins to swell,

Tinkles like the glockenspiel

In Jimi Hendrix’s ‘Little Wing’,

A haunting, reverberating ring

That fills the garden with its tone

Reminding me I’m not alone.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

13 thoughts on “The Resonance of a Glockenspiel”

  1. I like how you used both rhyme and images to evoke sounds — (or, maybe another would argue, the rhyme and sounds evoke images…). For all this sound, it seems a quiet poem — you’ve captured the tiny, little in its essence – though I like that you end not alone. 🙂 Thanks for sharing.

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    1. Thanks for reading, Stacie. Although I’m not an active gardener and prefer to let nature take its course, I love to spend time in our garden, listening to the wind chimes, watching the wildlife or just enjoying the breeze. I’m glad you picked up on that, as I wasn’t sure if it would come across. Now I know it has, I’m a happy woman!

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  2. Ohhh! I love this, the sweet rhymes and almost-rhymes, the feel and sound of it, your wonderful title. I really think we need more glockenspiel in our world (and jingle bells too). Wonderful!

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