The Widow Of Scarborough Poem by R K Summers

Waves tumble against the cliff
Autumn leaves match the colour of her hair
Dressed in black
A breathtaking sight
Overhead, the seagull cries her lament

Footprints in the sand
Endless across the dark gold blanket
Ocean beckons
Like the sirens of old
The lonely tower rises up from the sea
Like a leviathan from the deep
The lighthouse
A bleak light
Mirrors her pain and innocence

Bright eyes of youth
Dimmed by guilt
Hidden behind a black veil
So alone
So tired
So overcome

A woman beyond her years
Bearing a burden
A decade too heavy

The waves below
Fringed by white horses
Cry out to embrace
The figure in black
Mourning
A final tear for a fallen wonder
She steps forwards.