HG
Cameo grey upon winters austere sky, an edifice of serpentine Cornish ,curvaceous and high .rotted rope for steady lays on mollusc scared treads, as they gully crawl fall towards plateau’s fossilised ledge. grapple and grasp clamed razor muscled black, heaven’s dam cracks lashing face and crooked back, bleeding hands wet , begged hurt no more !!,as my frail bones are bellowed upon the half hung door.
Rustied rivetless, siren swing ,old portal groans upon patina hinge.silver fish trail ,weeping
Pearls of sheen ,to pooled mirrors from lightning forked seam. Ancient murmurs from master and mate and. Whitewash slab brushed, lime lichenin and flaked.
The Spiral ornate of irony oar, beckoning , whispering I to the next floor. Through ports and snug reflective I climb every lamp candle twine, mug chart compass reminds. porthole moon lights ascending way ,the bowel below reflects cobalt’s grey, and shivers this form of what it once was as eyed the coffin drop ,pinpricked above, trap hatch howl as my calloused hand heaves ,web and Webber taught, with the tipping tease.
The slam ,scent of briny gut bevelled sphere ,craftsman cut. I stoop with rattled heaving wheeze through rippled eyes reflect and grieve This torch this flicker from horizon’s once seen, its blanket its comfort its warning beam .snuffed and dead like a common coach gleam .The savoir, the star in a twinkles night ,once more the depths will fear and fright. behind darkness no hide behind curtains of night thy shall be seen ,by this life giving bright
From oilskin , wick taper and wax I hand ,placed in the magnifier of this eye on land, an ember ,flicker, then candled drip, amber warmth joists captain jacks nipped.
Around shattered panes like blooded teeth .beyond the mouth ,of the blackened deep.
Face a flush strengthened with pride I turn to turn the gearing behind ,A wrench ,a pressure, the greased cog moves tobaloron teeth clank into marrying groove.the mighty light ,circles in three ,its beacon so bright against slumbering sea.raging awakend fathoms rise to quench and quell, the guiding bright illuminating truths hell. on winds back carries the shanty cheers, and mariners cries from crowned beths years there gallion’s gouged bottom bound dragged before light keep hewed on outcroppy crag.
Survivor ,tears, salute , a wave ,for absent the keep a silty grave. so many sea glutted, dead, knots from shore, there cargo divided by wreckers lore ,.a licked finger hiss and darkness cloakes the tails are lost but to the old folks, and a restful sleep conscience free, a fighter a lover of the murderous sea. now the
choppy can calm its secrets saved well ,till the return of the keeper in the light house that fell.
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