Mature salt creates carvings along the eroded grain
Seeping through the worn white-washed walls,
The ocean spray flits through the supple wind
The softly spoken breeze speaks an everlasting tale of blue
My long hair, weaved carefully amongst itself,
Whips itself across my moist face
The thrashing wind sprays fine grains of reluctant sand across my pale skin
The blustery breeze surrounds my shivering body
Immediately constricting itself around me, my blood warms to a cosy temperature.
My gaze concrete upon the lone white tower
It is the guard of the sea.
My marble hand runs along the coarse protector
My keen fingers find the icy iron - wrought doorknob
Slowly, carefully, I twist
Creak…
Disturbed wood, ancient grain glows in streams of sunlight
Struggling against the pugnacious cobwebs, I launch through the sticky substance.
I walk; I walk around the spiral structure, slowly, very slowly
I examine everything old, beautiful and forgotten
I reach my sought out destination
My nails grind into the shielding dust, hiding my only desire
I scrape and rub until raw
There she sits
Placid and serene, blue as ever
There she is, the sea.
A contest entry
- imagery; lighthouse. by Ryno.
400 points, ended November 25, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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I feel as though you have had the strongest imagery I have seen yet in the contest. You have described everything so well that I am able to picture it in my head. And it also brought out some good emotions too. I still think it could've been a tad more creative, with the imagery too, but still, pretty good.
I liked the ending the solid, strong idea behind the sea and the lighthouse. Again, a contest best; many have tried to capture the relationship between the two, but you have done it so vividly and have written it with such emotion that it was a really good idea for your piece.
Thanks for the entry!! -
wow...really good stuff!
told you you were brilliant lol
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