A History of Alarms
They have a history
those alarm clocks
beneath pillows,
the morning bells ring
as the killer dressed as air
chimes in dust streaked rays
from Croons Hill down.
They have a routine
those alarm clocks
on dressers,
the flowers of sleep
still in full bloom,
ripe upon eye lids heavy
with midnight’s tilled soil;
keep me pastured
in these unpolished fields
with no novelty C3P0 bleep
or Simpsons catchphrase on repeat
left to protest,
no lens LED, no long, ticking hand
pointing Sistine-like
at your unformed man-
just endless spools of unwound green.
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Grant Tarbard is the chief editor at The Screech Owl and co-founder of Resurgant Press.
He has worked as a journalist, a contributor to magazines, a reviewer, an interviewer and a proof reader. He is widely published in magazines, has been a finalist for nomination for the Pushcart prize and won The Poetry Box Dark & Horror Poetry Magazine‘s Sinister Poetry Award May 2014 for the poem ‘Crows Feet’.
His first collection, ‘Yellow Wolf’, is out now, published by WK Press.
Enjoyed the subtle references and rhymes in this poem that take several reads to fall deeper and deeper. Thank you.