The Lure of Light
parted the darkness
like her hands
parted my hair, gently
but intently, her fingers
braided wavering strands
over and under, first up
then down. The sea
was always inside, restless,
driven. Salt water dripped,
a broken pearl necklace
leaving invisible traces,
refracting light in shades
of circling fins. We swam
in twilight, tumbled, tried
to hold onto passing beams
but shadows nipped her shoulders,
sucked her away in a tsunami.
Thanks to artist Gaynor Kane and Paul Brooks of The Wombwell Rainbow for this prompt.
Charlotte Hamrick 
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Very powerful poem. BTW, I love lighthouses. Have you ever seen the film, “The Light Between Oceans,?” It’s quite extraordinary and a real tearjerker in the best sense of the term.
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Thanks! I love lighthouses, too, but I’ve only seen two. One in Biloxi, MS and the one by Lake Pontchartrain. I’ve not seen that film but I’m going to look for it, thanks!
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“but intently, her fingers
braided wavering strands
over and under, first up
then down. The sea
was always inside, restless,
driven.”
Holy shit. You are a fantastic wordsmith – seriously.
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Oh! You made my day! TY
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