The Blinding of the Lighthouse

[alicia_h]

The lighthouse stairs Ascend the hollow Rough smooth cylinder No safety in rails No support promises Nothing alive outside my beam The door drifts inwardly open This room lives within the walls A ring of domesticity Beginning and concluding With a bed collapsed under The strain of its own springs No more forlorn stone steps Untrusted rungs descend The trap door thin enough The gorges hewn all through allow a view But the beam blanches out the rest Clockwork control Mercury mechanism Revolution without mind At times it almost kept itself And now to my task The job is mine I'm the one they struggled years to find They knew I must be the vandal Who would try to make it blind Searchlight silenced Warning aborted From the cliff hill crest  The lighthouse stares

Comments

[wytchcroft]

your accomadationary desires are easily balanced;
live in a well stuffed country house (marrying dhani harrison is probably a good idea if you get Friar Park) and build a lighthouse in the garden, Victorian folly style.
:))

[alicia_h]

That is a very good idea indeed, sir! :-)

I will have my lighthouse folly some day, I swear it, and perhaps the image of me reading on summer evenings in the would-be lamp room can sustain me through my current uncertain times.

[wytchcroft]

oh it goes so well - and the whole layout - lovely :)

[alicia_h]

Yes, I love this layout - I'm was so glad dreamwidth have added more layouts recently. I had this one in read and gold for a while but these colours fit much better for me at the moment. :-)