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

14 comments:

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

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

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  8. "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. Girl, that second stanza is dynamite.

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  11. This is so beautiful and dark Susie.

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

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  13. betrayal, oh, how I loath betrayal.

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