to the lighthouse

 

mist
ascended
from the sea
like fog
released
by an invisible dam

 

soon
only the tops
of buildings
showed

 

on the roads
and pavements
it was all consuming
surrounding
insinuating

 

I walked
into a tree
and apologised
my brain
realing
my head
bruised
my pride
dented

 

we kissed

 

your lips
moist
droplets crawling
down your face
hands mist cold

 

the siren wailed
on Hook Head
those to sea
at sea were lost
a bitter autumn harvest

 

in the pulpit
the minister
seemed
to pause
perhaps tremble a bit
his certainties
gone
at least
for a moment

 

a grey orb
over a grey earth
slowly gained sway
the fog dispersed
with the congregation
slowly
with the tide
chit chat
still
at halt

 

silently we walked
hand in hand
to the lighthouse
white bands
on black
or is it
the other way

 

had the fog
truly gone
or simply to
other places
to chill the bones
and to remind us
of our fear fullness
good Christians
one and all





Poetry by Peter Humphreys The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-10-15 at 14:09

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely poem, Peter. Its so full of senuous tastes, scents and sounds.your insinuating the fog into the hearts and minds of your characters is brilliant.
2013-10-17


shells
Much enjoyed, I was transported back to a former life, I could hear the foghorn from my house, eerie sound, living on an island there was plenty of sea mist/fog.
2013-10-15