The Mistress of the Lighthouse

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demure101
demure101
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The mistress of the lighthouse
   must keep vigil all the time -
her daughter's gone to greener fields
   to flee the broken chime

of mother's old but deadsure clock
   that ticks her life away-
the light's thin beams shine on the brine;
   she could no longer stay.

The master of the lighthouse died
   in nineteen sixty-four,
but if he jumped or if he fell?
   She doesn't care, no more.

She could have made a mother sweet,
   a lover and a wife,
but when her husband crashed to death
   all joy fled from her life.

When she was young she laughed and sang
   and loved to read and write
and teach the children poetry
   to fend against life's bite...

Her daughter lost all memories
   of that young man, so old
and sad and distant, gone for good
   into lost winter's cold.

The mistress of the lighthouse must
   keep vigil all the time -
once lovely face now lined and old,
   dark hair now stained with rime

and when the wind is on the sea
   and ice is on the wall
She plies the light and sits and sighs
   and listens for his call.

(This is the result of a kind of private challence, thanks to Dawnj)

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DawnJDawnJabout 11 years ago
Smile

Sorry I'm only now seeing this. It's very clever! Your lady is so sad, unlike mine. :)

tazz317tazz317about 11 years ago
AN ANCIENT RELIC

surrounding a more ancient relic. TK U MLJ LV NV

HarryHillHarryHillabout 11 years ago
I always wondered about that

It's true then.

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