'Cross the River
Entry to the Lantern Light Challenge
This darkness is not endless.
though it is smothering your light -
I have lit for you a lantern,
a beacon in the night.
The river may be black,
its waters may be cold,
and though it is hardship you must go alone,
but take with you my lantern,
set it on the bank.
and turn to face the bank you left behind -
you'll see an echoed gold.
A single flickering lantern,
not unlike your own.
They are a pair,
parts of a whole -
Don't wait for me across the river,
don't linger by the door.
Just leave your lantern by the river,
and your footsteps on the shore.
About the Creator
S. A. Crawford
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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Note: a caul is a part of the amniotic membrane enclosing a fetus that may be found still covering a newborns head and/or face after birth. Happening in just 1 in 80,000 births (est) it rare and was believed to be good luck in certain parts of medieval Europe. However, in other times and places it has been a sign that a child is marked by destiny, spiritually powerful, or even blessed with foresight... an in some very specific incidents, it was thought a caul marked out someone for a journey to the hangman's noose.
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Comments (5)
Beautiful poem. Love how it flows and bring warmth.
This is beautiful. I love the almost song like flow and it's gentleness. It feels sad but as Sandy said full of hope for further down the road. Well done.
This is so beautifully written, gentle, haunting, and full of quiet hope.
Beautiful, full of love and warmth for another to go on and let go
So beautiful and heartwarming yet sad. You did an exceptional job with this.