I’m part of a large family circle and have a social life that’s busy

White-necked heron (Ardea cocoi) perched on tree, Australia

enough to keep me in touch with friends, so I’m not lonely.
But there are lots of people who are and some of them could be bloggers, reaching out with their mouse looking for something we all want.
Problems on my site have been vexing me just a little so I took a break to get myself back into proportion and stared into the lake of tranquility.
And wrote this:


Five years of grateful solitude
in a lighthouse off the shore
I was always apprehensive in the basement

From the light room
in the crow’s nest
A bedroom
further down
To the kitchen
and the store room

Round the winding staircase
To the laundry room and sink
down the curving building
To the floor.

Then there was the underground
The rock
the concrete core
I was always apprehensive in the basement

Not a frightened creature me
Not one for getting scared
If anything was calling
It was me

But it got into my dreamtime
When the waves beat on the door
and when I try to reason
I’m not sure – I’m not sure

I scrubbed the staircase thoroughly though
with a brush and a bar of soap
from the top round the curves
the swerves and the knots
And all the way down
to the bottom – but still –
I was always apprehensive in the basement

About garth

I'm an indie author ardently writing fiction and you’ll notice a leaning towards Egypt. The book in the cooker right now is called The River Through. Hatsepsut features strong as an ancient enigma bringing her people back to pure after a sullying occupation by the Hyksos. I like these desert ancestors who dragged great chunks of stone for miles to build runways for god. Religion was a major preoccupation always. Magic was mixed in, sometimes called miracles. Christian and Hebrew testaments carried it over. Egyptians weren’t bothered with a history list based on sequential record keeping so there are numerous and bewildering gaps. A definite plus for the fiction writer. (Colouring in the spaces.) Bio: I am very tall and many people call me a freak (and laugh) so a slight chip on the shoulder but thick skinned - not impervious. Lots of short people out there who aren’t pleased to be little too. Given the choice, I’d keep length. Upbringing I am thankful because, during my life I have found many people who weren't so blessed so thanks mum and dad for pulling me out of the lucky dip. Two sisters and a brother, all of them cleverer than me or so they think. A wife who loves me - thanks Gill xxxx Two daughters, a yoga teacher and a nurse who don't quite hate me but we are moving in that direction as I tread heavier with advice. Lovely grandchildren who will develop into super beings if they maintain the current progress. A cat called Squeezely who has finally learned to evacuate his bowels outside. Buster the darling dog with a sensitive way and an over-exuberance for affection but we all let him take us down for licking. He's big. Occupation: Education first: Good military school that chased out the bad in me I can tell you. No-one put a polish on a boot better but it was enjoyable in retrospect. Not at the time though. Art college next and enlightenment - the world was a better place afterwards. Self employed antique furniture and restoration - very enjoyable and fulfilling but not overflowing financially. We did okay and we prospered.
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15 Responses to Lonely?

  1. A lovely poem, but were you really a light house keeper?

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  2. Colette B says:

    Some fantastic lines in the this … the giddying ‘swerves and the knots…’ was fantastic 🙂 Glad I found your blog at last, not sure how I must have missed a link before

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  3. garthmr says:

    Thanks Colette for your kind words and I’m glad you found me. I wonder if my links need attention so I’d better go check


  4. I love the idea of staying alone in a light house, you know, just for a vacation retreat. Permanently? Probably not! I already spend enough time in my own head. I sometimes think I’ve been talking out loud and I’ll say something to my husband and he’ll laugh and say “you started this conversation a while ago, didn’t you?” Imagine if I was alone!


  5. Love the poem Sir Garth. I wonder always of basements, I would like to have one but it is not common here, just like the attic, I think it is good to have one just for solitude purposes, they are mysterious and scary at the same time. I also love looking at light house pictures, never seen one in real life. They just seem poetic especially when they are used in poems, books or movies.

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    • garth says:

      That’s true Your Graciousness. I’ve known a few basements and they always seem damp and forbidding and dark. Lighthouses are the opposite but the solitude puts me off 🙂

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