She said there were no bells, <br />only her clam hands <br />and fretful feet rattled in the eve. <br />The sirens would not go off <br />nor did her knees faint <br />from the tie-dye of bliss. <br />She felt no quakes, <br />no bumble bees, <br />no panic sharks reeling <br />in the pint of her belly. <br />Not once did her shoelace hair <br />curl like ringlets. <br />Not once did she hear bells.<br /><br />Nadia Brown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-were-no-bells/
