The Lighthouse Keeper edit 1,billy,ganman

[billy]

i love the content and some of the images but i'd have liked a breather or two in between the read. sometimes such a block of writing looks daunting, it also gives the reader an intimation that it's going to be prose which this isn't. i have no problem with the line length thous i suspect some may. it does roll along at a fast pace and that adds to the intensity of the poem, that said, it does need at least a couple of breaks

thanks for the read tom

Aye, my rolling, fishy friends..a'bobbing out in black thrashed, bright flashed night:
hold fast for me and make no fatal gibe, for I will wake when time is right or wrong.
Come flicker flame, do not shy out...run fast and thirsty round the ring of light!
Look out! Look out! See them in their prayers.Mastheads a'steamin glimmer white
says hope is still afloat on this the wildest blow, the highest tide!
Ah, but how you need me now, the strangest want for sure. Yellow up, my oily friend,
and only company. Fly to my staggered, blinded boys, washed in cold brine;
see them peer to glimpse me loose your lantern lance. Fly out, my long cast,
time-fast beam and warn the salted souls to keep from me. A wish fullfilled,
the wheels will strain the rudders hard to turn about and bearing break.
Thank God they'll say, at last a sign, and we are saved!
They will hold themselves and tightly bond. Comrades closer by the peril past;
but me I am a stranger to the day, and to the misted, fog-feart crews.
I talk my tales of crashing crests and ink washed skies, of winds that skin
the dolphins fins, and storms that sucks the mercury back down the glass.
Who hears my voice when gulls are tossed from hoisted swell in to the air,
a'screaming like the babes at home. At home. At home.
Aye, this fire-tipped finger shan't be bent nor broken by the wrath of deep.
I'll keep this watch, my rolling, fishy friends...and send you harbour bound.
Tell them you saw the sweeping sign, that all is fine and I will soon be there.

Tectak
April 2013