lillian the home poet

She lives her life as a barnacle would,
clinging tenaciously to existence.
A recluse without the vanities
and banalities of everyday life.
She escapes it all, lives in the far reaches
of Cape Cod’s shifting dunes.

It is said she journals each day.
Pecks words into being on an old Smith Corona,
sounding every bit like gulls pecking again
and again at stubborn crustacean shells.
She imagines a kind of Victorian love,
creating a lover of her design.

Humpback whales serenade her
from the depths of Stellwagen Banks.
Red fox slink past her,
pay their respects with nary a sound.
All maintain her privacy,
be she substance of spirit or legend of yore.

Should you walk the beaches,
search the National Seashore’s length
in sunlight or by the path of a glistening moon,
you shall never find her.
She is known as the Lady of the Dunes
to all who live on this spit of land.

She floats amidst the salted winds
companion to the ocean’s ebb and flow.
She is the past, the present and the future.
She is the one who comforts Portuguese fishermen.
Those brave men who disappeared many years ago
as ships went down and women wailed.

She is the forever inhabitant
of this land called Cape Cod.

Image from Pixabay.com I must admit poetic license here – the Lady of the Dunes legend is my creation

Written to share at OLN LIVE which will meet Saturday morning, April 22nd, from 10 to 11 AM EST.
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