Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Lighthouse Keeper

Day 15: Here is a poem based on the Day 9 RWP prompt, which I skipped. The task was to:

*Use at least twelve words from this list: flap, winter, torch, pail, jug, strum, lever, massage, octopus, marionette, stow, pumice, rug, jam, limp, campfire, startle, wattle, bruise, chimney, tome, talon, fringe, walker;
*Include something that tastes terrible;
*Include some part (from a few words to several lines) of a previous poem that didn’t quite pan out; and
* Include a sound that makes you happy.

Write a poem!


The Lighthouse Keeper

Winter is the hardest,

The long, cold climb with the torch.

It is not just the limp now

But age too that slows him down.


The ocean beckons him like a woman dancing,

All undulating curves.

His beam runs slowly back and forth like a caress.


Once before the war,

Still too young for anything but mischief,

he stowed away on a luxury boat.

Sneaking up to deck one night,

He saw a beautiful girl throw a bottle to the waves.

He dreams of that bottle washing up on his shore now.


A flap of wings startles him.

His arm smacks into a wall

Hard enough to leave a bruise.

A pair of puffins circle over his head,

He opens a glass panel and sets them free.


In one of the mirrors, he sees

his chew-stained beard,

gnarled as an old rug,

He massages the wattle underneath

with hands as rough as pumice.

“Where’d you go?” he asks out loud,

hearing only the rapturous sighs of the sea.


On the waves, the light keeps

searching

for someone to save.

And far below,

an octopus wraps tentacles

around shards of glass.

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