The Wreckers
written by: Joyce Butler
@joycebwriter
I’m the one they picked
to sit on the shore and
wait it out
flashing my oil lamp
through the fog;
a lying lighthouse
luring them in
as small bumps of
fear emerge,
prickling my skin.
I know no better
for what do I know
about being
a Wrecker?
Nothing.
A virgin on the sand
waiting for my ship
to land
and then
they’ll see the veins
pumping through
my skin
Yes.
Then
they’ll see
what a mess
we are
all of us
in.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Inspired by a scene from a TV adaptation of Jamaica Inn.
I'm a mother of 2 from Waterford, Ireland. I work full-time as a Clerical Officer. I love to write poetry, micropoetry and short stories when I have time. I was shortlisted for the Atlantis Short Story Prize 2015 and I've written the first draft of a book.
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