“To the Lighthouse” by Kim Hamilton
I saw her lighthouse once,
off St. Ives’ shore, a whitewash slip
to sunrays sideways glint, a dozen
canvases like sails raised on sand—
Sunday painters working with the wind.
But we ate pilchers from a rolled back tin,
salty oils running through our hands
like the turn of light, the flash that never
will be caught, and never quite repeats.
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Kim Hamilton Artist Statement:
I traveled to St. Ives, Woolf’s inspiration for “To the Lighthouse,” and was captivated by the flashing light–as she had been. It set me musing on Woolf’s layering of time, light and memory.
