Saturday, December 7, 2019

The Darkness in Light

Pharos ~ The Lighthouse
Kerry O'Connor
Used With Permission

Her gnarled light holds
the passage of dreams,
the last words of water
lullabies sung to souls
who trusted the sea
wouldn’t betray them.

In her catacomb of candles
ghosts climb stairs of wailing threads
searching for the key of gods
to free them from the breast of stones
that makes them hunt fog to deliver death.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

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14 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviDecember 7, 2019 at 11:23 AM

    This is deliciously dark and brooding, Susie! The tone is just perfect and I love the sounds in "In her catacomb of candles
    ghosts climb stairs," Wow!!❤️

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  2. Old EggDecember 7, 2019 at 5:12 PM

    Not easy being a ghost is it? Mind you with a bit of luck it could be quite fun. I'll let you know later. What a beautifully creepy poem Susie.

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 7, 2019 at 5:37 PM

    WOW! I love the catacomb of candles and the ghosts climbing the stairs of wailing threads. Awesome!

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  4. kaykualaDecember 7, 2019 at 6:45 PM

    searching for the key of gods
    to free them from the breast of stone

    Great specimen of a surreal poem. You have the talents of getting that fantastic choice of words to create a perfect surreal in many of your previous postings even.You are blessed Susie!

    Hank

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  5. Kerry O'ConnorDecember 7, 2019 at 10:43 PM

    In her catacomb of candles
    ghosts climb stairs of wailing threads

    I can imagine the interior of the lighthouse so clearly, an empty well and one soul climbing to keep the flame alight.

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  6. brudbergDecember 8, 2019 at 2:20 AM

    This made me think of how different the interior is to the exterior of a lighthouse... almost like two separate worlds, and yet without the interior of catacombs and death there would be nothing to guide us back to shore.

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  7. BrendanDecember 8, 2019 at 6:02 AM

    A gothic rendition of the ancient enmity between land and sea ... such cold ghosts ...

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  8. hedgewitchDecember 8, 2019 at 8:08 AM

    "the last words of water.." I love that, Susie. You have really made every word count here, and every stone speak. Good to read you once again.

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  9. FireblossomDecember 8, 2019 at 9:19 AM

    Girl, that second stanza is dynamite.

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  10. tonispencerDecember 8, 2019 at 4:59 PM

    The second stanza...wow.

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  11. Linda Lee LybergDecember 9, 2019 at 8:16 AM

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  12. Linda Lee LybergDecember 9, 2019 at 8:17 AM

    This is so beautiful and dark Susie.

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  13. MargaretDecember 9, 2019 at 8:08 PM

    I KNEW the second stanza would put the lullaby quality of the first to bed!

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  14. richardJanuary 12, 2020 at 7:06 PM

    betrayal, oh, how I loath betrayal.

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