Disjointed wind chime by closed window, denied your true purpose, open the frame and set you free
Wind, can’t see it, but a real living thing, manifested in chimes, like Frankenstein’s monster
It’s alive!!
Invisible tendrils reaching out, gently caressing bells
Copyright John de Gruyther 2020
(Written as part of Jacqueline Suskin’s Every Day is a Poem course for One Commune, thanks for the inspiration).
The World Outside the Window 