From salt-encrusted rocks,
seals’ mournful cries
echo across the waves,
telling of ocean-loss.
The slim white needle flicks a golden beam
across the waves.
Elusive as a rainbow, it dissolves.
Repeats its steady pulse.
We’re drawn in with the tide,
then spat back.
‘No visitors allowed.’
The lighthouse
remains forever separate.
Alone.
© Gill Dunstan
All rights reserved
seals’ mournful cries
echo across the waves,
telling of ocean-loss.
The slim white needle flicks a golden beam
across the waves.
Elusive as a rainbow, it dissolves.
Repeats its steady pulse.
We’re drawn in with the tide,
then spat back.
‘No visitors allowed.’
The lighthouse
remains forever separate.
Alone.
© Gill Dunstan
All rights reserved
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