Piercing Ivory Poem by Robin Bennett

You have never climbed
to the top of a lighthouse-
follow me in my ivory
and glowing orange flame
a rocky shore below begs
for attention
crashing waves scream in fury
climb me instead.

I hear a whisper on the winds, I'd rather ascend you

Sea mist blows
threatening our intense flame-
with the full moon rising
I feel the push and pull
of the tides
her call clings to us
as waves court the rocks below

Lighthouse stairs
cold and dark
I shiver-
you have never
seen me this way
my pale, blanched dress
rivals my arctic skin
small burn of wax
void of glow...or warmth
ascending to the top
four steps remain-
eternity

Lonely grey concrete
a bleak contrast against
my milky white gown-
a small window view
overlooking a vast sea
memories of the journey
now a fire in my mind
my cold fear
makes you scream aloud

Whispering winds
carry a message,
Luv, I'd need to descend you