To the family from the city the air was fresh
clean without the diesel smell
the spectacular sea views the land tapering
down to golden beaches
of the ever approaching isolated peninsula
staring out of their car!
The day was drawing rapidly towards dusk
the sun was setting fast
tomorrows forecast another lovely hot day
at last saw the cottage
weary after the long trip just wanted sleep
down the final lane so steep!
Soon as the sunset parked in an allotted bay
alongside the thatched cottage
glad to be here at last unloading their luggage
eager to get settled within
noticing the lighthouse a short distance away
somewhere when bored to stray!
Their first night was restful to tired to care
after nine when they woke
in these new surroundings of fresh sea air
absent of traffic sounds
their teenage daughter Jess was first up
in the kitchen dropped a cup!
Rousing the rest out of their sweet slumber
soon the smell of fried breakfast
filled the cottage making it feel more homely
setting them up for the fray
that would be an eventful twenty four hours
as events their holiday sours!
Mum and dad wanted to go and get groceries
from the nearby village store
but Jess and Paul wanted to see the lighthouse
knowing the kids often argued
were reluctant but eventually agreed to leave
from their parents had a reprieve!
As soon as they had gone noticed an emptiness
putting it down to being old
when the back door opened then closed scared
decided it was time to go
a little spooked not wanting to stay anymore
the lighthouse then seashore!
Nearing the tall structure made them feel small
straining to view the top
where the beam of light shone to protect ships
from coming in to close
both saw somebody waving at them frantically
as far as they could see!
Then it was gone blinded by the rising morning sun
arriving at the base
a notice by the entrance read tour’s start from ten
it was locked nobody there
but who was that standing at the top of the tower
they witnessed in that hour?
Exactly at the time stated a young woman arrived
and opened for tours
she was surprised to see two kids without parents
health and safety issues
told them without an adult could not let them in
asked was somebody else within?
Surprised said no so told her what they had seen
happy to talk about the history
that a lighthouse keeper a century before saw
a ship coming onto the rocks
the light had gone out on this treacherous coast
so with flares stayed at his post!
But the passenger ship hit the rocks many died
women and children to
though a hero in the storm fell to his own death
until this day a mystery
why the beam failed and keepers untimely fall
a mystery that did still enthrall!
Soon people were queueing to be shown around
so knew it was time to leave
they wanted to go down to those sandy beaches
but on the path the sand blew
yet nowhere else as if their passage was thwarted
so the sea walk was aborted!
Fed up and bored saw their were parents returning
stood waiting at the gate
a breeze passed them and footsteps were heard
walking up the path
afraid to turn mum got out of the car calling them
just before mayhem!
Wanted help with the shopping as dad was busy
as they were walking up the path
saw a showy shape looking out of the open door
that none of them had been near
all three stopped and yelled in a loud unified cry
rationality it did defy.
Dad came running at the shouting to find out why
as the three backed away
to afraid to go inside reluctantly went to the door
then he noticed the sign
this was the home of Tom bell a lighthouse keeper
it is said taken by the devils reaper!
He had no idea what this meant as a rasping voice
told him to come in
ashen walked down the path guiding his family
telling them to get in the car
and drove away at speed leaving their effects
here embedded lay many dark secrets!
Evil had been awakened by the family’s short stay
from its influence could never get away!
The Peninsula
The Foureyed Poet.
I always enjoy a good sea ghost story. And lighthouses and crashing ships. As a child my grandfather would spin his tales and read to me of the Edmund Fitzgerald and the Andrea Doria? Cool stuff. Peace and blessings…K
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Hi Infinitezip. Thank you very much for liking my poem The Peninsula! and your lovely comment. I have heard of those sad sea disasters. I have always found it very fascinating old sailing ships pirates and smuggling. A famous part of England though they would say it a separate state is Cornwall. Known for pirates smuggling and the revenue men trying to catch the wreckers who caused ships to crash into the rocks to plunder the cargo.Jamaica Inn on Bodmin moor was supposed to be where a lot of the contraband was taken. Though in reality it’s many miles from the sea. Made famous by the author Daphne Du Maurier’s tale. Be safe and well. The Foureyed Poet.
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