When you’ve been out in search of whales
Under the windy billowed sheets,
You dream of home and safe shores
Safe from the waves constant beats.
You go for days, for weeks, for months,
Until the hold is filled and full.
Water turns brackish, salty the meat,
And you live on hardtack and guell.
And at last in on the dim edge of night,
With tired body and fearful soul,
Your eyes search out the lady of light,
Where she stands beyond the shoal.
Up the mast, the call, “Her light”,
To guide you betwixt Hell and Heaven.
To a old salt home from the sea,
Lighthouses are alluring women.
Written September 7, 2011 for Slam Week 9 at bluebellbooks. Com as inspired by the picture shown.