Sister Darling, of
The Rarefied Church Of The World (Reformed),
Is not a selfish gal
Except – perhaps –
On the business of the Lord.
So, when she transported herself
Through the kind intervention
Of a fishing boat,
To Partridge Island,
In this sweltering heat,
To celebrate the Summer Solstice,
I don’t believe it was just
To be cool,
Even though the Island
Is the coolest place you could be,
Surrounded by water, and ocean breezes,
As it is.
She scooped up Paw, The Cat/Kitten
Black as Agate
With one white mitten,
(He never minds being part
Of her adventures)
And off we went, at a quick clip.
From the Lighthouse we aimed for
The very tip of the Island.
Jutting into the sea.
She put down Paw.
Hauled out a timepiece and chain,
(It had been her fathers)
And flicked open the lid.
“Four minutes,” she said.
And when that time had passed
She intoned a Celtic prayer:
“O mother ocean, welcome me in your arms,
bathe me in your waves,
and keep me safe
so that I may return to land once more.”
“Is that not a Heretic prayer?” I asked.
“Don’t be so narrow – it is All the same God.”
She didn’t open her eyes,
But pointed directly at Paw,
And the crazy little bugger
Nodded his head.
{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2024 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
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