The Tolling of Delight

The sounds of tolling bells

heard in nursery rhymes, chorus, prose, and verse.

Ding dong ding carry me to times long past.

There are bells on the hill, and heav’n bells are ringing

and morning bells woke Brother John while George rang in the new.

Ding Dong

A ringing knell by sea nymphs and a singing knell by munchkins,

All the bells gently ride a forest breeze to Thoreau

Ding dong

A silent bell veiled in crinkled and thin foil.

Oh, my.

Ding Dong

All romantic bells in poem and prose gather and echo in the dells and through sculpted valleys.

Yet, ding dong, romantic or tragic, I am Pavlov’s dog, for ding dong drool gathers and dribbles through the now wrinkled valleys.

Ding Dong

The hostess promised a treat, and never was I disappointed

Pearling, the silver foil torn to expose

the chocolate shell and chocolate cake

hiding the glistening gem of cream within.

My childhood’s epicurean delight in every bite.

Ding Dongs

When the bell tolls, it tolls for these.