The resonance of a handbell rang the hours at our school: it summoned us to class each day; signified the end of play; commanded a straighter line by the canteen at dinnertime; at four o’clock, it made me wait expectantly at the school gate.
Kim M. Russell, 17th October 2022
After a very long hiatus, I am hosting again at the dVerse Poets Pub, and I’m ringing in this Monday’s Quadrille with the word ‘bell’.
For whom does that bell toll? Well, you’ll just have to come along and find out!