Round The Lighthouse Poem by Fay Slimm
Round The Lighthouse
There she stood
................... personified naked strength.
Mighty white finger
................. which reached for the clouds.
Lonely round lighthouse,
........................ rock-bound yet unfenced,
Save for a circling wall,
............................ small, but surrounding
Her base, which looked,
................... for the strangest of reasons
To be offering protection
......................................... from waves! !
It puzzled me that,
......................... throughout the seasons
Which men spent there,
..................... the ring served to behave
Like some soother,
........................... a pseudo-garden wall,
Head-high tall,
.................. behind which greenery grew.
The mystique of the thing
.................................. held me enthralled,
So much so,
..................... I fancied domestic scenes
Where vegs. thrived,
................... and fowl provided company
Then food for the pot,
.............................. but shaking my head
Saw the force of the sea,
...................... and ceased such reverie.
The trip round the lighthouse
........................................ ended instead
In light mist,
..................... but I knew I must go again
And discover more
................................of this secret terrain.
fay a mysyerious but familiar place sounds like a lovely write 10
it's beautiful fay, reminds me of the lizzard lighthouse i went in beautiful cornwall :) here is 10 Andy x
Well, I am always glad to stop at your place, never disappointed. Interesting style as well, reminds me of a DG with ruffles. Hxxx
Loved this piece Fay, I have always found lighthouses to be things of beauty, as is your poem,10 from Tom
It always fascinates me - the triggers that trip the creative inspiration - and what a powerful trigger your lighthouse proves to be in this fine poem, evoking as it does such a powerful emotional and dramatic response. Your work has great authority, Fay and the images you convey with style and originality (like the 'mighty white finger') demand a second reading. Mystery pervades the piece and a sense of grace and humility too. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lighthouses light ones inspirations, they say so much in so many ways. Strength, power, solitude, regal, stalwart, silent and calm. Lovely poem that speaks of a lonely life in the middle of the forces of nature. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Fay never lets down.. this poem stood righteous to the way of FAY
She stands alone, all painted white, a warning for ships that pass at night with slender shape, in jeweled height in darkest hours, burns so bright
Fay, there is an allure with lighthouses because of their isolation. I sometimes think I would like to live in one, but on second thoughts I like the company of people. at time. A wonderful pictorial picture you have drawn here. Top marks and thanks for sharing it with us. Hugs David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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'The trip round the lighthouse ........................................ ended instead In light mist, ..................... but I knew I must go again And discover more ................................of this secret terrain..' A mesmerising trip you experienced, Fay, and expressed it poetically with such a wonderful imagery to invade a reader. Thanks for sharing with us. Yelena M.