Muckle Flugga Lighthouse

In a harsh world

she resists the elements.

Rises statuesque and sombre

regal in her own way.

Her bone white pallor

conceals inner warmth.

Tremulous, she surrenders

to midnight’s soft caress.

Betrayed by constellations

they reach for the moon,

struggle through inky depths

as lightning pierces the sky.

Shards of light fall

in celestial showers.

She beckons, they follow.

Sailors led to their destiny.

Cathie Devitt