Lighthouse Keeper

Lighthouse keeper vacancy announced
Envelope delivered; the Son read contents aloud
Smiles turned into laughter, then into a shout
Parents and Son hugged before he set off

Applicants sitting quietly, when Into the room strides a man 
Age etched on his face, a cheery smile, sparkle in his eyes
Sat himself down in front of group, his smile comforted
Questions asked and answered, nothing is written down. 

The elderly man, watched and listened to all the interaction
Hour after hour, the ticking of the clock seemed louder
He touched our hero on the shoulder 
The job young man is yours

Despite all others challenging for the position
Shouts of joy and clapping followed
The day arrived, directions had been given
Arrived at a place never seen before

Our hero was met with giant Waves racing toward the rocks of a lonely cove
A shake of hands as he met with the lighthouse keeper
Somehow seemed rather sprightly as they walked toward the lighthouse 
Was this the same older man seen before? 

No time to waste, up the steps they climbed 
the lighthouse keeper ran never missing a step
They reached the top, our hero gasped at the scene
fifty metres off the ground, sat this whitewashed pinnacle 
One eye that rotated during the darkness of night
This lighthouse would soon be his to maintain. 

Months of training followed, words were said that made him shudder
the  time has come for me to to let go of the reins quietly said
A shake of the hand, he watched as the old man disappeared from sight
Days turned into weeks and months tending to the light that shined so bright. 

Standing at the perimeter of the one-eyed monster, 
Safety rails in place, sometimes holding tightly 
This evening a storm had gathered
Thunder and lightning as never seen or heard before

Voices are hearkened, that is absurd, cries of distress carried by the wind. 
Down the steps faster than ever before, out into the night, all on his own
Fighting the wind and the lashing rain he looked out over the angry sea before him
He listened for the voices he had heard earlier 

The white foam of the waves, revealing nothing 
Did he imagine, he used his trusty flashlight to scour the sea 
He imagined himsealf as a human lighthouse surveying the scene 
No sign of wreckage, the voices now not heard
Silence other than waves crasing on the rocks

Standing and watching, hour after hour 
He returned to the shelter of the lighthouse
He started his daily checks within the pinnacle of his new home 
Daylight at last brought the sunshine, he walked the perimeter
His eyes met with a sad sight, bodies on the rocks, how can this be?

Down the steps, this time in a dream sequence 
Standing and looking at lives taken
Local lifeboat crew arrived and comforted a broken man 
That evening arrived, every time he closed his eyes, demons appeared. 

Holding the safety rails tighter than normal this evening
Dangerous voices inside him were calling 
Throw yourself off, repeated constantly, his grasp relaxed; he had let go
The silence that followed seemed to look down at the scene

Coastguard visit found our hero, tears and words echoed from those in attendance
An old man stepped forth from the shadows asked for ownership of the scene
All nodded in agreement time for duties to take place
The funeral was a quiet place, Mam and Dad standing unsure of feelings
Agreement on fitting end, cremation and ashes in a bonded friendship secret place 

The lighthouse now manned by someone new
On stormy evenings, as they hold the rail 
A figure would appear as bright as day
A voice carried by the wind, never ever let go.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hoffman Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 3:05 PM
Your story told in poetic form is poignant and beautiful. Lighthouses have always been intriguing to me and I can't imagine the loneliness of being a lighthouse keeper. Superbly penned, John.
Smith Avatar
December 12, 2022 at 7:15 PM
So the new lighthouse keeper committed suicide because people had died on his watch? :( That is so sad! :(
A'Hern Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 1:08 AM
Hi Michelle, sad indeed, my own views on these amazing Men and Women that seemed to enjoy loneliness. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment on the poem.
De Beaulieu Avatar
December 12, 2022 at 11:45 AM
Hello John A;hern, I love the lighthouses No matter what shape they are in. I am attracted to them. This woll be my fav. Enjoy your day my friend.
De Beaulieu Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 4:09 AM
Hello John A'herm. Yes lighthouses are amazing. Yes lighthouse keepers do feel the loneliness, some of them do not mind. Enjoy your day my friend.
A'Hern Avatar
December 13, 2022 at 1:09 AM
Hi Darlene, amazing light house keepers, loneliness no problem for most. Thank you for your comment.
Labyrinth Avatar
May 29, 2022 at 6:23 AM
beautiful/bittersweet story you've written. A few years ago I was looking at caretaking Maatsuyker Island Lighthouse, most remote Lighthouse, Tasmania. Not sure what your situation is John, and whether you've looked into it/participated - but I say...live your dream, if you can, if you are in good health and you have the partner to take with you.
Labyrinth Avatar
May 29, 2022 at 6:25 AM
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maatsuyker_Island
Labyrinth Avatar
May 29, 2022 at 6:23 AM
https://parks.tas.gov.au/be-involved/volunteer
M  Avatar
March 3, 2022 at 10:04 PM
Oh I just loved this poem telling a wonderful story John. I find lighthouses intriguing , strong and beautiful so your poem really appealed to me. Enjoyed. Debx
A'Hern Avatar
March 4, 2022 at 2:10 AM
Thank you DEB M, the poem came after my reading of and then watching videos of Lighthouses around the World. The scenery and the people that maintain them is magnificent.
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