The Lighthouse (a romance)

The flashing beam of the holy eye

Commanding the coast

Sweeps the sea and cries with Light:

'Be cautious, O Traveller!

The snarling waves about your prow

Are not so great a threat

As the devil’s teeth

Gnashing against my feet!

 

Steer wide. Steer strongly.

Keep your charted course

Far from the briny jaws

Howling for meat upon my fierce rocks.

Wipe the spray from your eyes

And look again – for one second keenly.

See me! See me! I am old and feeble

But I'm here. I'm here!'

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas 1996

 

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JM.Cole

Mon 7th Aug 2017 19:30

Much like this one, reminds me of a dream

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 21st Jul 2017 15:35

I suppose, when I think about it, folk tales are 'romances' on the one hand, and 'sermons' on the other, both types thinly veiled metaphors of 'life lessons'.

Maybe sermons are really folk tales. Now that is pause for thought.

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