A single bell has rung the hour.
Our moment to remember dear affection is now here.
The overtone from ringing still quite clear.
The ringing overtones are lucid and bright.
Our memories like the matin chimes that wake.
A single bell has rung, the hour appears.
The bell now rung to mark remembrance of the hour.
The organist starts her pedal tones and song
over tones of ringing, crystal clear.
The sounds of bells and melodies o’er tones so clear;
A prelude of majestic time begins
after the bell has rung, the wrinkle of the hour.
The bell-tone sounds the hour as it’s rung.
Songs of memories flush and flare the cathedral walls
with tones of ringing bells so loud and clear.
A single bell has rung the hour in song,
the overtone from ringing, clear and strong.
This is a poem I wrote for my Mom who passed away earlier this month. She was an excellent pianist/organist. I read this villanelle at the beginning of her memorial service, so the prelude nature of the bells and the repeating sounds would stand as a testament to her talent and life. Thanks for reading.
John, this is such a beautiful piece. As I read it, I knew it meant something but was a format with which I am unfamiliar. Yet, the meaning and the acknowledgement came through loudly and clearly. It is a lovely testament. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you 😊.
I love the repetition in this one. I’m sorry for your loss yet this is a beautiful tribute. Thank you for sharing this with us.
Thanks Tara. I appreciate your thoughts.