The Tall Lighthouse

poems from the lighthouse

Selections from recent and forthcoming tall-lighthouse publications.

 

Out-take by Brendan Cleary

from some turbulent weather

I was squeezing

the wine box

when you called

in a kinda out-take

from my cool existence

& I’d stamped on it

squished it about

& thought of Adrian’s advice

just cut the corner

with some scissors

& let it slop

so I was relieved

it was nothing serious

you wanted to talk about

not like anybody’d died

not like any horse was running

or you just wanted to hear

the sound of my voice

as if for the first time

 

Suitcase by Rhian Edwards

from parade the fib

A ventriloquist’s doll –

dangling limbs, a fixed

laughing grin, unable to talk

 

back, unable to blink without

the perch of your knee.

You fold me in at the waist

 

my feet kicking my ears,

squeezed in a suitcase

and shelved out of sight

 

till I wake to the rattling,

the sound of your wife hanging

her blouses beneath me.

 

The scary thing about those who jump by Emma McGordon

from the forthcoming with nothing to rush to

The scary thing about somebody

jumping from the top of a tall building

is not the fall or the jump itself

or the rush of air that chokes

into being that person’s last breath.

It is not even the man, on his way to work,

who finds the seven body parts

spread across six paving stones.

 

It is not the sirens that are blue

with nothing to rush to,

nor the cold of the zipper on a black

and silver body bag

or the sound of the bristles

pushed forth and back, forth and back,

until nobody would know of the life

that once saw its last there.

 

The scary thing about somebody

jumping from the top of a tall building

is the dark they saw

when they stood on the ledge

and looked for the stars,

that maybe they took the stairs

two at a time, or the pile of rubbish

they saw swirling in circles too small

to catch the headlines of that days news.

 

It is the town that was deserted,

that nobody saw them walk         

through the streets or stand at the foot

of the building and look up,

it is the look on their face as they chose

which coat to wear and the way 

they closed their blue front door

knowing they had no need to take a key.