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Lighthouse<\/strong><\/p>\n The Welsh granite of it Ancestors made Here, I see sea to the <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Simon Williams<\/strong> has written poetry for 35 years. It ranges widely, from quirky pieces often derived from news items or science and technology, to biographical themes, to the occasional Clerihew. He has five published collections, the latest being A Place Where Odd Animals Stand<\/em> (Oversteps Books, 2012) and He|She \u00a0(<\/em>Itinerant Press, 2013). Simon was The Bard of Exeter 2013 and founded a new magazine for the South West, The Broadshee<\/em>t<\/a>, in that year.\u00a0\u00a0 Website: www.simonwilliamspoet.moonfruit.com <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lighthouse The Welsh granite of it stands waves on their heels. I walk up and round, up and round with floors at levels, periodically. Ancestors made generators, switchgear, the cables run around the core, a second spiral leading to the top. Here, I see sea to the world\u2019s lip, or seasoned land […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8833","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8833","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8833"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8833\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8834,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8833\/revisions\/8834"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8833"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8833"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8833"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nstands waves on their heels.
\nI walk up and round, up
\nand round with floors
\nat levels, periodically.<\/p>\n
\ngenerators, switchgear,
\nthe cables run around
\nthe core, a second spiral
\nleading to the top.<\/p>\n
\nworld\u2019s lip, or seasoned
\nland for sixty years. Day
\nand night, the lamp beams
\nme, me, me.<\/p>\n