Winter 2005 Poetry Competition First Prize



by Gwil Williams


Email: gwil@aon.at



Gwil has donated his £100 prize money to to an orphanage in the Ukraine where it will be worth ten times that amount. If you care as much as Gwil does, contact him or Lisl Putschi. Further details are available HERE




He smiles the group

around and up

the anti-clockwise steps

inside the automated light

of Hook


the oldest working light

around he claims


and broadly beams.


There were three cells 

built inside these walls,

these walls that are ten feet thick,

for Pembroke's monks 

who were the keepers of the light


yes, monks from Wales

humped countless bags of coal

up to the roof to fuel the flames


and light the point of Hook.


Out there is the graveyard

of the thousand ships

and over there by Crook


was Cromwell


not here by Hook he beams

once more and sharply sparks

his match across and

down the wall -


where it flares and leaps.


He brings the leaping light

adeptly to the bowl


descends the steps

inhales the dreams.


 ©2005Gwil Williams


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