Longsighted
by Gwil Williams
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He smiles the group
around and up
the anti-clockwise steps
inside the automated light
of Hook
the oldest working light
around he claims
and broadly beams.
There were three cells
built inside these walls,
these walls that are ten feet thick,
for Pembroke's monks
who were the keepers of the light
yes, monks from Wales
humped countless bags of coal
up to the roof to fuel the flames
and light the point of Hook.
Out there is the graveyard
of the thousand ships
and over there by Crook
was Cromwell
not here by Hook he beams
once more and sharply sparks
his match across and
down the wall -
where it flares and leaps.
He brings the leaping light
adeptly to the bowl
descends the steps
inhales the dreams.
©2005Gwil Williams
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