Lighthouse

the lighthouse stands by the edge of the sea- a solid tower guarding the forbidding highway of ships a picture of quiet tranquility in an eternal war of sea and shore then a gasp- as clouds swirl like sheets and thunder claps giant hands the wind is roaring across the restless emptiness of steel blue water and foaming waves crash against lighthouse trying to rock his foundation but lighthouse holds on tight as forked lightning moves across the sky the whole sky lights up for a moment . . . the storm is violent and determined to topple lighthouse into the sea but he digs deep into the jagged rocks (this is not his first storm) as rain pours in torrents- the sea surging and falling back . . . the fury of waves, a chorus of voices screaming threatening, raging, lashing into lighthouse like a wild banshee- thunder and wild winds- in time drift to sea and lighthouse utters a sigh . . . ________________________ July 26, 2017 Poetry/Verse/lighthouse Copyright Protected, ID 17-1089-309-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to the contest, End of November, 2018 Standard sponsor, Brian Strand First Place