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As the clock tower strikes one

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As the clock tower strikes one
The harbour walls wrap around the village like two arms keeping it safe
beyond lies the island like a giant having a bath
gazing over the glassy sea to the golden sand and Lego view.

As the clock tower strikes two
A leafy coat of emeralds protects little keigwin
from the harsh wind and hidden history
it’s roof hovers like a secret meadow for cloud maidens
above pillars rough as alligators skin reaching for the sky.

As the clock tower strikes three
the  pebbles with copper veins rattle whispers to each other along the shoreline.
Swallows dip and dive surfing the air like kites
Past the collage of cottages crumbling into the diamond sea.

As the clock tower strikes four
We climb the ragged lane past the secret alley of cobbles like turtle shells
and roses like silky velvet cushions for queen bees
Hiding cracks in the walls full of secrets.

As the clock tower strikes five
daisies flutter like eyelashes as the wall blinks in the sun
Flowers bloom like the brightest ballerinas dancing
Past fuchsia flamingos and stunning rose ball gowns.

As the clock tower strikes six
A shadow of a city smudges across the wall.
Buildings of dusty rust, hover above the marbled pavement.
Spying  on unsuspecting passers.

As the clock tower strikes seven
Tom Bawcock sits with his cat Mowser, smoking his pipe
Of fish filled memories and sung to storms
Creatures make stargaze pie in honour of him.
For  the day he fished for their  lives.

As the clock tower strikes eight
the wall bulges like a fisherman’s tummy with hair of tangled weeds
plants creep upwards like bony fingers
to pull the beards of rock giants.

As the clock tower strikes nine
A map of moss separates into islands
An atlas of flowers slowly forms
Revealing the secret story paths of Mousehole

As the clock tower strikes ten
cottages huddle and cuddle together
Sleepy eyed windows watch how Mousehole is changing
Under shuttered eyelids, some are sad…

As the clock tower strikes eleven
The silky wind tells salty tales
To the cat with lion’s paws
that sits and guards a hidden car.

As the clock tower strikes twelve
The yellow lines like ribbon sunsets
Guide us safely home
through the mysteries of Mousehole

Never ending chimes.

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