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Sister Darling Comes To Call To Save My Soul And That’s Not All

On the fourth Sunday

Of every second month

Sister Darling of the

The Rarefied Church of the World (reformed)

Arranges to hop on a boat

Of the out-going fishing fleet,

And visit Partridge Island.

She returns to port

The same night

On a returning fishing boat.

In between her coming

And going,

She does her

Very best

To bring me

To the Lord.

I like to think

She succeeds.

And,

After this hefty dose

Of Bible and prayer,

We commune in the way

(She assures me),

That God intended.

Then we have a meal

I prepare,

Of venison, or salmon, or fowl,

And potato soup

And pie,

And ale,

And she departs

On a returning boat

Singing hymns.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}DE BA. UEL

10/17/2021 0

Paw, The Cat, Wants To Hunt On Partridge Island

Paw, the cat,
Yes
“The cat”,
‘Cause he is not
“My cat”
No one ever owns a cat,
They are wrong about that.

Is getting old enough
To hunt.
But he can’t decide
(Or so I interpret)
Whether to go for
Fish or Fowl.

‘Cause he eyes the seas,
And he eyes the trees,
Making little, plaintive, chatters.

But the partridge,
That look big enough
To carry him away,
Oh
They must be
Tempting.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}

10/13/2021 0

Thanksgiving Feast For Man And Beast

My black-as-night kitten
With one white mitten
Is called Paw.
He has become
A favourite of the ships
That pass my Lighthouse.
So
I was not totally surprised
When an outgoing schooner
Hove to, and a row boat came
To my dock, to bring me
My Thanksgiving dinner.
The Masters of the Port
Are very good this way,
To me,
For all holidays.
And in my basket of
Food (and – yes – wine),
Was a fancy small pot
For Paw.
Exactly the same as Mine.
Except
With the addition of
A gingham bag
Of catnip.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}

DE BA. UEL

10/11/2021 0

Kitten Answers The Questions Sent From Ship To Shore

Paw, the kitten,
Named such because
He’s an all black cat,
With one white mitton,
Sits on my shoulder,
As a raggle-taggle line,
Of storm-delayed ships,
Pass my Lighthouse.

I get flag signals,
And shutter signal lamps,
Asking about my new feline.

I tell Paw
To raise his white paw.
And he does.

Extra fish for him tonight.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}

DE BA. UEL

10/07/2021 0

Making Way For Lighthouse Provisions Of Food

Fall Fairs
Bring fair foods.
At good fares.

And the provision boat
Comes next weekend

So
I must
Finish off what I have
This week.

A feast of hardtack
And beans
And a roast of pork
Still embedded
In the ice.

And moldy cheese
With the mold
Scraped off.

And a big cauldron
Stew
From those bits and bites
And pieces
That are not
Precisely
Identifiable.

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}

DE BA. UEL

09/29/2021 0

I Heard A Dog In The Dark And Wondered

It was the last ship
I expect to see tonight,
Its ruddy lanterns
On the stern
Passing my Lighthouse
On its way to safe harbour.

Most ships do not want
To sail after dark,
Near the coast,
Near the rocks.

And a dog barked from
The deck,

And i wondered
What it thought,
What is smelled,
So close.

What were its
Expectations?

I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}

DE BA. UEL

09/25/2021 0

The Inviting Lights Glow On A Friday Night In A Distant Port

Except the port is

Not that distant.

I don’t even need

My spyglass

To see the street lamps

Well-lit,

Especially the Three Sisters Lamp,

Lined up straight with

The steeple of Trinity Church

To give the captains

Of the ships

Somewhere to aim.

For they all aim,

Past me,

In my lighthouse

At the mouth

Of the harbour.

.
And they all

Go past me

To safe haven

,
And Friday night

Deviltry and celebration,

And rum galore!

Whilst I can

Only watch

From a distance.

{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2021 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
DE BA. UEL

08/27/2021 0