Through misty clouds a lighthouse white
down a rocky green hill to the sea
broadcasts its light in beams bright
a welcome sight for sailor eyes to see
A beacon of peril through dark of night
mountains of water raise and fall
in epic battles and heroic fight
forgotten with the next war call
Foam victims on shore swept away
buried at sea without any marker
birthing fire breaks water, head of infant day
reclines in water's coffin as night grows darker
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: June 12th, 2024 04:35
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi have a good day
Wonderful poetry, particularly love the fact you brought me to every last light house cliff I've ever seen, and the water's coffin how extraordinary and inspiring, Beautifully crafted. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for the read and wonderful words. Your support is deeply appreciated.
A beautiful tribute to something that has inspired generations of prose, poetry and symbolism. There is a haunting romanticism about them that I love. Thank you for this lovely verse.
Thank you so much Bella for the read and such kind and beautiful words of comment. Yes I find myself living to the side of one of these lighthouses and the surrounding scenery is remarkably close to the picture here.
Good words soren, the danger of the sea around lighthouses is phenomenal.
Andy
Thanks Andy for the review. Yes almost every year someone falls in a drowns here. The lighthouse has a strong resemblance to the rocky shore portrayed in this picture and the currents are so strong that once in there is no out.
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