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Ghost of Juan De Fuca
by Wendy Sparling
Sherringham Point Lighthouse
with crystalline prism light
scoured turbulent open seas,
guiding sleek silhouettes
past toothed reefs and
barren volcanic land.
Clotted rolling fog drifts slowly past
granite jagged rocks and starboard decks,
while radar detects majestic cement ghosts
skulking and eroding behind folds of mist.
Foghorns do not echo in stymied clouds
where desperate pleas for help are muffled
the government extinguished the beacon
while the silhouettes drift into abyss.
07/06/2009
Author's Note: My parents were Lighthouse Keepers from 1966-1979. Most lighthouses on the west coast were automated in the 80's.
Posted on 07/07/2009
Copyright © 2025 Wendy Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rebecca Andre on 07/08/09 at 02:13 AM very vibrant imagery in this, wonderfully done=) |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 07/31/09 at 11:38 AM I love how you deliver this. I want to go hug an old Lighthouse now. How amazing that your parents were keepers. How sad that this tradition became automated.
Beautifully written. |
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