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| Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth |
but the dark clouds hovered near-
threw a vivid and menacing shade on a hill
whose atmosphere filled me with fear.
Stark rose the seed heads, as from the grave,
the gold of their petals long gone,
and their skeleton bodies reached up to me
as I stood apprehensive and wan.
My dreams sailed rough seas all that night long,
storm-tossed on turbulent waves,
till a beam from that lighthouse lead me to shore
and I knew, as I woke, I'd been saved.
Written for The Mag with thanks to Tess
Adroit, skillfull and smart.
ReplyDeleteNice one. It's not so nice when you wake from a dream like that to find the house is flooded . . .
ReplyDeleteSuperb. And I like how you have captured a different angle on the lighthouse in your picture.
ReplyDeleteI hadn't thought of the purpose of the lighthouse when I saw the prompt, so I like how you used that in your poem!
ReplyDeleteyou captured that image perfectly with your words! I also like how you showed the entire image. Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteLove where the muse took you on this one!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this one! You captured the picture in a wonderful way.
ReplyDeleteThis is wonderful I love that you managed to capture both the ominous aspects of the image and a sense of hope
ReplyDelete..this is excellent! i am glad there is hope in the end... and that you didn't go all dark in here... smiles... thanks for the poem!!!
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