From the hillside, pause
Concede the sepulchral yoke of kept promises.
To a less fabricated measure
Distant night-watches
Glow
As these candles unlit, illuminated
Could be left to loom in turbid vessels
Never to flicker back to aura
One may long loud gilded,
Inference held firmly in grip
Of the Chains
The hook suspends without poise
Glancing back already left inert as a pillar of salt
Thankful to glorify
Without the panic of Shepard and virgin
Nursing the lifeless womb of what had been
Coercing saviors of rolled back stones
Comfortably
Indebted to glorify
As ones wrought to leave cores of hand fruit unturned
Sniveling in the memory of extinct meals
One piece at a time
The tinny throat drafts gusting sleep
Shrink cushion and crumbling covers
Inviting forgotten dream-stance metallic rebounds
The ones built high upon trance slag citadel
The very dimension of dead tree reaches
They come through like rubbed eyes cooking up
Blotchy foreign orbs
Hands reach out for them
Branch, reach out for them
Limbs
Under-growth
Second-skin
Without sorcery
As all receded from goblin shells are smoothed,
Not grey as bricks
While our costume notions trickle,
And evenly of faith and blame
As hard memories bank
Memory blanks out truth
That we are lighthouses above them
Author notes
Written January 28th, 2006
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wow
what a treasure to find this morning!
all reason escapes me as I read, and just let the truth wash over me, though I cannot consciously acknowledge what that truth is, I just know it is there, in this poem. and definitely feel richer for reading.
peace
justine -
wow. i am in complete awwwww of this poem
i love your use of words and vocabulary
the words are truly beautiful
i havent read a poem like this in such a long time
thank you for sharing and good luck with your writing
with love
stef -
Not quite what I expected from the title - I plan on going to Nove Scotia this summer and will visit Peggy's Cove and other lighthouse areas along the coastline. This poem here is more than lighthouses - but about what fantasy, darkness could happen in them.
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