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White Noise and Silence
Fifty-noon steps to the lighthouse
Retracing a ghost path where steps are worn,
To climb the tower of stuttering silence
One step up, four down, one up.
Lady Cadaver strips to her warm muzzle,
Whiteshot eyes trigger cluster barbs
Of a new chemical dawn.
Decayed teeth of slats dress the pier
As a slatternly femme fatale, luring
Waltzed walkers to dancefloors of their own Hell.
Retracing a ghost path where steps are worn,
To climb the tower of stuttering silence
One step up, four down, one up.
Lady Cadaver strips to her warm muzzle,
Whiteshot eyes trigger cluster barbs
Of a new chemical dawn.
Decayed teeth of slats dress the pier
As a slatternly femme fatale, luring
Waltzed walkers to dancefloors of their own Hell.
Published 5th Jun 2022
Author's Note
ERULGCT 146 Uma xx Pic. Mumbles Bay, Wales. Intended to be a viz, but scene is too beautiful to be spoilt by miserable scribble.
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5th Jun 2022 11:01pm
8th Jun 2022 5:58pm
In the succinct images here, there are poltergeists. After my first read through, I went ahead and finished out my other open tabs, so I could finish here. The demands of the day hit a swell and receded a short time, and I'm glad I came on site in the interim. Lady Cadaver makes me think of Lady Godiva, that stark ancient image of the absurdly wild in a world of confinement. I feel like the old is almost invaded by the new, as each intrusion is a blasphemy into the sacrosanct. It's difficult to express the emotion that this write arouses in me, something of the heartache decay of Neruda, imbued with a kind of earthly divinity, ages glimpsed beyond our mortal ken, far beyond the grasp of our meager coil.
8th Jun 2022 9:21pm
So pleased you got the Cadaver - Godiva reference DC. The legend of her riding naked on horseback through Coventry also gave rise to the 'Peeping Tom.' Absurdity at its best (or worst?). I am incredibly bias, but Wales is such a beautiful country. For all the energy of London, I longed for the sweeping shorelines and vistas. There is a Welsh word 'hiraeth.' Not really translatable to English, but it is a deep yearning for home.
Anonymous
8th Mar 2023 00:51am
12 steps from the door. Hiraeth
8th Mar 2023 1:48pm
