Longsighted

 

by Gwil Williams

 

Email: gwil@aon.at

 

 

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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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