The Lighthouse Wreck

The Lighthouse Wreck

A Poem by David Lewis Paget

The wreck sat out by the lighthouse where
It lay, smashed up on the rocks,
A miracle it had survived at all
Where felons sat in the stocks.
The bow was sundered, the masts had gone
Long lost in a winter storm,
But still it lay where it lies today
Since before I was even born.

The Lighthouse stands like a monument
But without a single light,
Where once it saved from disaster all
The ships, with its beam at night,
But that was the days of the clipper ships
That would call in from the Cape,
Except for the ‘Traveller Grimm’ that slipped
On the rocks, and didn’t escape.

Those of the crew who didn’t drown
Had sworn there wasn’t a light,
Nothing to cut through the inky black,
There wasn’t a Moon that night,
The first they knew was a grinding crunch
As the keel drove up on the reef,
And then the Lighthouse had loomed on up
From the dark, like a midnight thief.

Often we’d go when the tide was low
Young Jack, and Jenny and me,
Down to the shore where we could explore
Just what was left in the sea.
And then we would climb the Lighthouse stair
Hang out from the very top,
Where once the light had beamed out at night,
Gaze down at the terrible drop.

Then Jack had bet us we couldn’t stay
Up there by the light all night,
Without a candle or torch with us
To give us a comforting light,
So up we went in the afternoon
To wait till the sun went down,
Then sat and shivered, there in the gloom,
There was blackness all around.

The sea was muttering round the rocks
Below, till the storm came in,
Then clashed and smashed where the wreck was docked
We seemed to sway with the wind,
The sound came up like the cries of men
Adrift in a cruel sea,
Then Jenny cried, ‘that was how they died,
Or that’s how it seems to me.’

She climbed up onto the parapet
And swayed there, looking down,
And Jack said that he would join her there,
While I held back, and frowned.
The two were standing and holding hands
When Jenny tripped on the ledge,
So when she toppled, she took him down,
While I just clung to the edge.

I heard them hit on the ‘Traveller Grimm’,
On what was left of the deck.
They both had died from a stupid whim,
As both had a broken neck.
I never went back to that Lighthouse stair,
They sealed it up, like a tomb,
Then put up a sign that said ‘Beware’,
That glows at night in the gloom.

David Lewis Paget

© 2017 David Lewis Paget

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I really enjoyed how the lines are consistent. I enjoy the wording in the second paragraph, overall very good poem. I would change the line about broken neck, it sticks out a little to me

Posted 10 Months Ago

Eerily tragic but well written...a good read...

Posted 1 Year Ago

Got a proper chill from this one DLP.
Fantastic imagery and suspense building and of course a message within 'let sleeping dogs lie' perhaps?
Great to read you once more my friend.

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very good tale written my friend. You set-up the story with great skill. I liked the ending. The sea always win. Thank you for sharing the outstanding story.

Posted 1 Year Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on December 18, 2017
Last Updated on December 18, 2017
Tags: bow, deck, masters, parapet


David Lewis Paget
David Lewis Paget

Moonta, South Australia, Australia



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