Skirting the Cape

Skirting the Cape

       ~ visiting the lighthouse (reading your poems Julia)

It is still beautiful (all these years later)

The rock is sun-warmed where we lounge

propped up on elbows

watching the waves crash below

Ron is reciting behind his binoculars 

Naming the familiar fishing boats by their colours

as they cut through turbulent waters

skirting the Cape 

On Saturday we go to town in the life raft

(to take me back)

We  see some of those same folks at the dock

And some stop and chat 

                               …about firewood,

gooseberries and foundation posts,

And when you get home, you write a poem 

about it (of course you do)

        

    a conversation,  [you] take home

        like a bunch of flowers

               to put in a jar…

https://old-site.uslhs.org/sites/default/files/attached-files/Poem-%20Lighthouse%20Night.pdf

Day 17 Prompt: write a poem in which you respond to a favorite poem by another poet. 

I’m responding  to ‘Leaping Rainbows All The Way Home’ a poem written by  Julia Moe, who along with her husband Ron worked as lighthouse keepers on the rugged west coast of Vancouver Island. 

With excerpts from December Tide  Poems from Lighthouses, Inaccessible Islands And Cabins in the Middle of Nowhere; And  Eye of the Island by Julia Moe.