Leasowe Lighthouse
Back then...

Abandoned in isolation
dereliction of duty

passed on to the grave
clay bricks crumble

lime mortar into powder
light dead.

Cold creeps in and stays
flame extinguished.

Years later...

Spirits of children
labour up twisting stairs

hauling buckets of coal
bearing aching shoulders

clasped in chapped hands

Tales are told in rounded rooms
children listen.