Wind Chime Sestina

It was one of those cold, dusky evenings

Where you hear nothing but the wind,

The wind that is so frequent

It makes those old wind chime objects

Rattle around nonstop every minute

And along with the wind they make a deep bass

 

This eerie sound, the deep bass

On this particular one evening

Was so spooky, even the most minute

Sound was enough to make your mind wind

And all your mind wanted to do was object

That one eerie sound that was ever so frequent

 

As he walked with a quick frequency

Smooth down the sidewalk is if a bass

In the water, swimming towards the object

A fisherman is reeling in on a summers evening

Up and down, around and across he winds

It seems as if years upon minutes

 

Continuing to walk with every passing minute

The dreaded sound becomes more and more frequent

This startles him because the wind

Has started to die down and the bass

Is still loudly playing through the evening,

Coming from that same wind chime object

 

And it continues it becomes impossible to object

Because now it gets louder every minute

And now during this pitch-black evening

The boy’s head is filled with the frequencies

Of the chimes deep and repetitive bass

Sounds that were created by the wind

 

But it is gone, no longer is there wind

But it continues, that sound from the object

The sound he has heard all night, the bass

 It keeps growing louder, anything but minute

It is all that he hears it is so frequent

And he is overcome on this cool, dusky evening

 

And then the wind stops and is so minute

Nothing is heard from the object that once frequent

Loud and deep bass is lost in the evening.