Sometimes, it makes me think of Narnia,
That enchanting realm where God is a lion,
And fantasy falls over its own fantastic fable,
In an allegory of Christian myth,
‘Lucy’s lantern’, as I think of it,
The near iconic candle-lit glass cage of iron,
That guides our young heroine from the,
Wardrobe to Mr Tumnus, her new kith.
All other times, it serves as a stark reminder,
That tears me from a reverie,
Of somewhere magical,
In mythology’s neighbourhood,
It is the disheartening landmark,
That returns me to reality,
The way ‘home’ from the realm of Faerie is through,
The lamppost at the end of the wood.