'Like 2 blinking eyes, Guiding vessels to safety, Never dimming, On in all weathers...' Photo: by Clay Banks on Unsplash
Home to the harbour lights
Poem by Rosie Adamson-Clark
by Rosie Adamson-Clark
20th January 2023
Across the ink dark oily sludge,
It could not be called water,
Surely not,
Muck that flowed slow
As treacle from the dented
Tin in our kitchen cupboard,
