Clang! A far-off church bell sounds.
Clang! It ripples Sunday waters.
Clang! It beckons hats and gloves.
(Clang!) It drifts the downwind.
Calling Clang! above the treetops.
(Clang!) A contrabass to birdsong.
(….. ) One missed its echoes filling.
Clang! It peels the silence.
Clang! It forges out reminders
Clang! It steels the faithful, coming
Clang! The last great industry
of Scotland, bangs its futile drum.
Big Ape Diary 
wow what a last line man…it sombers the bells all the more and gives them meaning of the passing….the bells are silent here…having died long ago…
Great writing – I always enjoy your poetry
I’m struggling a wee bit just now so the frequency has slowed to a trickle… But I’m glad you liked M.
Nice ! I wondered where that was going. The “Clang” was getting on my nerves (I read it out loud). Asit should — that was your purpose. To show us a side of the church. Well done.
Besides my poetry blog (where I also write on religion), I have an idea blog where I write on religion. You may enjoy this post comparing Christian and Buddhist bells.
Much appreciated reading… It had lain for a few weeks with just the first half written and had just the pastoral feel to it… Eventually caught on the insistence and the irritation of the repetition and found the hook to link the banging of the steel to a feeling of loss, mourning old industry … Glad you stopped by.
Any bells heard round here are fake, recordings from loud speakers…
That’s all we need, churches with tinnitus.