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| photo by Margaret Bednar |
The lighthouse keeper
climbs the stairs for the last time
Each step creaks-
bone and stair-
to the top and down again
The light
blinks its shine in the night sky
over a black and silent sea
"I am here"
"I am here"
it calls out to the emptiness
like the last firefly of summer.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations, Life On an Island and
Flash Fiction 55
8 comments:
I love the "bone and stair." Beautiful stuff.
Yes, "bone and stair" are wonderful as is the reference to a "firefly". Many a keeper did love his lighthouse, took their jobs very seriously. This has a very steadfast and true voice.
gorgeous, LM ~
Peaceful........
This is perfect - a tale told in a mere 55 words.
And we all live in a lighthouse, hoping to guide someone in, perhaps--there's a timeless feeling to this, LM--moody and excellent.
I too love each step creaking bone & stair & last firefly of summer ~
I too like the bone and stair and the firefly reference. Beautiful
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