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The Chyme(s ) | a poem by Eamonn Stewart

By Eamonn Stewart

Oft have I heard the chymes of midnight
In adjacent flats or in the streets.
These materialise, like Balla’s lamp
In the morning under my feet.
I awoke to a peal of beer bottles
And white-cider tins
Tintinabulated by OCD winds.

Eamonn Stewart was born in Belfast Northern Ireland 1964. Twice overall winner of The Irish Narional Children's Poetry Competition. Trained as advertising photographer. Worked as motion picture camera operator. Diverse magazine publication of poems and photos. Work pro bono as DOP on student/indie films.