Written in stone
Wisdom of death
Lead us through time
Thin hard bone horny
Granite born babes
Hard seeds alone
Stand up and reach
For brightest light
Ursula D., London 2013
I swam to this lighthouse from a racing sea
And landed on bare rock, too scared to rest –
Heart still beating with the fear of drowning.
So I clung to stone steps and tasted salt air.
Now I am here at the top of this fort,
But I smell the sea, and both rule my bones.
I watch the stars, the weather and the boats,
Stand guard over those that plough hard water.
I have seen monsters that feed underneath,
Seen ancestors alive in the swell of the sea,
But I am proud to tend this one light;
The watchman never sings alone in the night.
Sophie Juneau, 25 Dec 2013
Arrived alone to face the sun
listen to the voices calling.
Sunflower, West Sussex, 24.12.2014.