In the Mizzenmast
From topside in the mizzenmast I can see
the speck of light, candlestick Pigeon Point
lighthouse on the California coast.
It’s three degrees off our starboard bow where
treacherous waters break hard against rocky cliffs.
Many mates have been lost on those rocks before
the light was lit.Sea surge gives no quarter to
helpless seamen, fog makes it hard to see clearly,
a bad danger.
Wind is picking up, maybe that will help clear
the coast. High above, stars shine brightly over
the guardian’s watching flame.
I gave shout down to the deck, report of my sighting.
A distant voice comes back up. “Where away?”
“Three points off the Starboard bow showing dim.”
“Make fast your eyes, don’t lose sight!”
“ Aye Sir, don’t lose sight.”
First Mate Nielson, with bullhorn was giving the order,
and his orders were not to be taken lightly. I gave
my eyes back to the sea and light.
Free Verse Style Only Poetry Contest
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1-19-19
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