Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP14 - The Lighthouses by Daragh Breen - Page 12

The storm-thawed light is the same distilled light as that of the travelling cinemas that once came through here, a sheet hung against the damp wall of a hall by representatives of the Lumière Brothers, Magi of the Second Coming of Light, breaking an egg-shape of white against a screen that began to leak human shadows. This is where the ghosts come ashore, peeling the noise of gulls from their tired bodies like sleep, trailing tide-lines of salt along the winter beaches in their wake. 8