Poetry of Issue #8        Page 7

STAIRWAY SPIRALS

Is this the stairway to heaven
spiraling up inside
the lighthouse walls
toward circling light
above?

When I step
into light chamber,
will glare blind me
into darkness
it was meant to save
souls from?

I feel like a paper doll
silhouetted from behind
and purer than white
in front of the light
as I strobe a strolling figure
flickering around the rail.

Diane Webster