Weathered hands peeled
lines from sail
which billowed full
and ghost white
in the lightning’s stark flash.
Graying beard
did little to protect
his face, now wrinkled
in worry’s wake,
from bitter winds
and cutting rain.
Two months living
at sea and now
this storm threatened
to be the death of him.
Cursing alternated with praying -
all the while remembering
auburn haired wife
and blue eyed baby
he might never see again.
Then ahead in the darkness
one single light flashing
from the windswept old lighthouse
guided him home.
A contest entry
- Nubble Lighthouse by BellaD.
800 points, ended September 13, 2008, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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There are only a few flaws in this gem. For example, HIS auburn headed wife and blue-eyed baby. But the line, "wrinkled in worries wake" is a poetic gem. So take care with the conjunctions and this will really shine. It already shines well.
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Beautifully written! Just love every line. Powerful imagery; I felt as though I were watching this on a big movie screen. I had to smile at the line, "Cursing alternated with praying -" I've been there, experiencing challenging times that test faith and then in the end,
one single light flashing
from the windswept old lighthouse
guided him home.
Thank you for this lovely entry. -
Hi Ruth
You ever think of giving up writing and becoming a nurse?
Or have I got that backwards?
Loved this, Ruth!
Can you make honey?
No, but a beacon!
John-Las Vegas
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