Tintinnabulation

Today's word of the day on dictionary.com was tintinnabulation which means a tinkling sound usually of a bell or bells. I have a favorite bell and no it is not sleigh bells. I am not sure what it is called but its just those little two half of a cup bells that make a soft tinkling noise. Belly dancers wear them quite a bit and my first piece of jewelry from the Renaissance Festival consisted of a bracelet with these little bells. Let me try to express this lovely little bell... just free writing prose/poetry... see what comes out.

Tnk, tnk, a two sharp sounds with the slights drop between them. T - n - k goes the bells on my wrist with the slightest sway of my stride. It is a pure sound, unadultered like the innocence of a newborn babe. Alone there is no ruin I can imagine that would make it impossible to enjoy this sound. How something so delicate and soft can resonate through my very soul and draw up this joy. It is a wonderous moment to myself amidst the clamor of a day. Like in a desert of oppression I am delighted to find a well. The sound of water so welcome my heart nearly bursts and the pulley though it creaks easily brings it forth to me. This is the bell in my day, like a well in the desert. T-n-k, t-n-k like the slosh of water heard through the wind and the creaking pulley.

And though I sit and wish to drink, drink it in leisure as though I would never have to leave... Time summons me onward. Onward on my journey I must go and my thirst quenched now I will cling to the memory until I find a moment to hold my bells again.