A House Of Light Poem by Pete Crowther

A House Of Light

Rating: 4.1

From my cottage kitchen window I can see
Two fields away the blue, the shining sea
And ships that slowly glide to far-off shores
Each one a separate world with its own laws;

They pass beyond my window and are gone.
When morning comes that miracle, the sun
Lifts slowly from the sea, a sacrament
Of grace and glory, or enlightenment.

My cottage truly is a house of light:
By night shines Sirius, cold and bright
And in the afternoon our living room
Seems more like a sunny meadow in mid-June.

From it we see the sun prepare to slumber
Wrapped in the gleaming waters of the Humber
While to the south another lighthouse shines—
Peace be to Spurn and you who read these lines.

Philippa Lane 18 March 2005

Very cosy. And comforting. My only comment would be that I would have used 'sunlit' instead of 'sunny'...

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Scarborough Gypsy 26 March 2005

Oooh, sounds lovely. I will call in and visit next time I'm passing. Beautiful description. I agree with Philippa, it does sound very cosy and I can tell from the poem that you love it and are very happy there.9

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Linda Preston 30 March 2005

I usually don't like rhyming couplets but this one works. Nice one

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Raynette Eitel 10 June 2005

This is a poem with such a peaceful feel about it. If I had that sort of view from my window, I might never leave home! This is lovely, Peter. Raynette

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Scarlett Treat 06 February 2006

Thank you for your wish for peace to all your readers, because we surely find it when we read works like this. In my mind's eye, I see the river, the sea, and your peaceful cottage between.

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Pia Andersson 25 July 2006

This is a brilliant poem Like beeing light itself making a journey inside your house Beautiful writing from you my friend! Pia

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Moya Levy 20 April 2006

A lovely descriptive poem, thankyou. Moyaxx

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Duncan Wyllie 05 March 2006

Dear Peter this is tranquil and full of different colours and hues.Brilliant.Lots of atmosphere.Love Duncan

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Alice Kriel 19 February 2006

A flowing, elegantly written poem that transported me from busy, grey London to peaceful, sunny Yorkshire.

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Emma Johnson 11 February 2006

Your words paint Light. Your eyes see into Light. Beautiful, Peter.

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Pete Crowther

Hull, East Yorkshire, England
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