Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, July 6, 2014

The Lighthouse

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


Maude Lynn said...

I love the "bone and stair." Beautiful stuff.

Margaret said...

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.

Anonymous said...

gorgeous, LM ~

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Kerry O'Connor said...

This is perfect - a tale told in a mere 55 words.

hedgewitch said...

And we all live in a lighthouse, hoping to guide someone in, perhaps--there's a timeless feeling to this, LM--moody and excellent.

Grace said...

I too love each step creaking bone & stair & last firefly of summer ~

Susie Clevenger said...

I too like the bone and stair and the firefly reference. Beautiful