Poems. Prayers & Promises

Friday, 19 October 2012

Lighthouse



The Keeper waits at the edge of the world,
as he knots his nets of starlight and air.
He watches and works and waits for the girl.
The one who charts the edge of this world.

Skating the edge, sharp bladed, she swirls.
He hears in her movement the breath of despair.
She makes her last turn and launches, midair
into madness
her sanity unfurls
into madness
her lunatic plunge.

Universe explodes pierced by radiant nets.
His scarred hands unfurl in their shattering pain.
The Keeper waits at the edge of the world.
Waiting, tear stained, for the girl.

Through space
starlight rushes.
She plummets
free-falls.

Will star nets contain her?
Suspended, she cries.

How will I chart the edge of this world
now that I've fallen off?




3 comments:

  1. Oh slay me! I didn't realize this one was mine until I started reading - LOL!! I'm surprised and immensely pleased. This poem was quite difficult to write, and I confess I'm still not satisfied with it ....so please tell me, what drew you to the Lighthouse ??

    xxx

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  2. I love the imagery and the atmosphere the words create. It is very 'Song of Solomon' with a touch of King David.

    You can feel the desire, the desperation, the anticipation.

    I have to admit i am draw to images in poems.

    This is very inspirational and totally unique. I could not write anything like it and that is something that attracts me and wants me to treasure it.

    "His scarred hands unfurl in their shattering pain.
    The Keeper waits at the edge of the world.
    Waiting, tear stained, for the girl."

    Here is a crimson thread.

    brilliant, you should be very proud of this poem

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    1. I am utterly humbled by your praise. Thank you for allowing me to see the poem through your eyes.

      xxx

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