Clock Room by Phoebe Thomson

Museum room
filled with cases
filled with clocks,
click and tock
and toll out every hour.
Ideas and quick rhythm
keep them ticking.
Such a human
ever forward
force of time.
Such a fright
when on the hour
these clocks chime.
Cuckoos, cogs
and clicking clocking on.
Ticks like gritty
grains of sand
that shuttle through
our hourglass ears
and downwards.

Precision in the meting out of hours
the circle revolution like a spool
of ticking
ribbon
unreeling
might
at
any
moment
cut

with the slick click of scissor hands.

A clicking clocking
clock room
a tight human mechanism
with its crying cuckoo clock call,
and its chatter crowds
of visit-trickles.
Circles and described, discovered, drawn
by tight clock cogs.
The clock room as a choir
Of chirping hour-bells,
Closing time.