The Lighthouse
By Neridah McMullan
She stands tall,
Faithful,
Stoic and true.
White-washed,
And unwavering.
Carved basalt steps,
A salt encrusted,
Red door,
With a rusty lock.
Up curved, spiral stairs,
A French Fresnal,
Lens flashes,
Guiding ships,
Away from rocks,
And rips.
Bitter maelstrom,
Blustering galeforce.
To the Lighthouse!
The Lighthouse –
If only you knew,
You saved me
And my crew.
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Love this poem, very good.
I really enjoyed this, Neridah, the red door and rusty lock, I can see it. And love the ending.
I enjoyed the way this poem’s shape echoed that of its tall, slim subject. The images are strong and the incidental rhyme is pleasing however I think the enjambed lines would flow even more smoothly if you simply removed some of the punctuation marks e,g. the comma between ‘whitewashed’ and ‘and unwavering’ (not needed before a conjunction) and the unnecessary one between ‘rusted’ and ‘red door’.