Home to the harbour lights

Poem by Rosie Adamson-Clark

'Like 2 blinking eyes, Guiding vessels to safety, Never dimming, On in all weathers...' | Photo: by Clay Banks on Unsplash

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,

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