Count Cuckoo, Canarybird (‘Ulysses’ pages 363-413)

Photo of a cuckoo clock
by Kmtextor/Wikimedia Commons

“Count cuckoo, canarybird,”
the hour rightwiseness was spoke.

Doubt cast terrorcausing quiet.

Remembrance applepie youth,
clock poured tears.
’Tis running life with storms
and wibblywobbly forecast:
of joyful instances,
lonely labours.

Starborn wish:
mysteries beheld the philosopher,
whereby memory told clock:
“Hurroo! Sprung time,
you round, lurching discontent!”

Stubborn mirror gasps.

copyright © 2021 Dave Williams

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