“Lighthouse, where are you? Help us glow again.”
I stomped to the lighthouse in London,
Faraday’s place of electrical thought
Figurative in Woolf’s ‘Scottish’, fiction novel.
When I had just been compared to a shovel.
A three-quarter way project-point of fear.
Doubt, ricocheting in the rounds of mind
Brain yelling loud: “Run! Run! Run! Run Away.”
Stubborn boots stand firm on the dippy docks.
Gasping for courage; shuddering conflict,
Undulating fish, dolphins with two legs
Sound, vibrating in Himalayan bowls.
Knowing enough to seek out music new.
Sparks, telling me why I start and feel true.
Flipping me, like magic, from the deep blue.
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Alex B Clarke
Current Academic Research.
Analysing the ways in which literary texts have attempted to represent the sociocultural themes and relationships of idyllic landscapes and warscapes, through the ironic tones of the interwar years in Europe.
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