Surreal Photography by Platon Yurich

I saw a whistling ghost at dusk.
A small whirl of leaves sucked up behind him.
A ladder slung over his shoulder,
A lamp in his hand
And the glow of light after light
Hung in his wake.

I pressed my face against the pane at dawn.
But all I saw were the lights
Go out, one by one.

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26 thoughts on “Lamplighter

    1. It must have been reassuring, back in the day, to see a lamplighter down the road, making the road safe. A relic no doubt, but there’s something about the idea that the lamplighter would always be there at dusk and dawn which we don’t have today.

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  1. Thank you Shay. Robert Louis Stevenson wrote a poem about them. This is the final stanza:

    ‘For we are very lucky with a lamp before the door,
    And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more;
    And O! before you hurry by with ladder and with light,
    O Leerie, see a child and nod to him to-night.’


  2. Such a gorgeous little poem, Marion. A magical tidbit that leaves me wanting more. You encapsulate the tale of the lamplighter ghost perfectly, you as the spectator, looking on, trying to fathom it. I’m hooked.

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