Poems

THE LIGHTHOUSE

We must see the lighthouse,
Catherine and Thomas
Swinging backwards and forwards
On the creaking swing.
We must see the lighthouse,
My head resting on my back-pack,
The sun beating on my closed lids.
Your voice fades across the park.
You go looking for bread.

Returning, you say:
We must see the lighthouse.

Up, up, through the odd-scented bracken,
Through gorse,
Up sandy paths,
Up, up.
And there it is:
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