THAT LIGHTHOUSE

 

She smoothed out

Forest, mountain, train,

Rain, and boat.

She passed and passed.

Though, no guts to cross the moat:

Lighthouse sickbay reclaimed her.

 

Instead, she holed up

Home became burrow and den.

Squinted eyes befell the ditch

Where shivers had lived.

 

She disregarded gloom

And scorned doom.

When sadness came,

She played the zither by the lake.

 

Her sake:

The haven she quarried.

 

Woman, she passed

Flows of menses and hurt.

Frustration, confinement,

And stigma in numb lumps

That crooked left foot.

silhouette of light house under gray dark sky
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She feared the ogle of strangers.

Though, she smoothed it out.

And she stayed.

She passed

Through barbed wires

Of a leftover passion.

She dodged the lighthouse phantom.

 

She had weaved a cloak:

Invisible, she became.

 

Though she stayed.

2 thoughts on “THAT LIGHTHOUSE

  1. This poem is a tribute to a very special woman that has undergone prejudice since most of her adult life. It pays homage to all women who have experienced any form of violence. The poem is as dark as cruelty is.

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