YOUR POEMS

The Lamp

Gill Covell

He stands sentinel-like in the gloom His slender neck jutting at opposite angles

On a rounded battleship grey base Silvered springs support the angles His eyes silently gaze solemnly down

A snake-like black wire terminates in a large square object that fits an opening in the wall Suddenly, a golden glow surrounds him from the globe inside his head Proudly displaying the objects around him