Re-post comment:
Last week Wandering the Archives Wednesday I re-posted The Ivory Lighthouse, this week, you’ll get the second part of the story. Enjoy!

Holding fast
He was soon borne away by the waves
and lost in darkness and distance

Mary Shelley – Frankenstein

I

I woke in a steady bed
Not a bunk rolled by the sea
Weak as a baby chick
Occluded like thick fog

A sturdy woman
Probably the cook
Accustomed to being obeyed
Ordered me to have some broth

II

Hers not the delicate hands that bandaged my injuries
Her coarse voice not the sweet note
Who sung knitting chants over my broken bones

I ate and slept
Ate and slept again
Dreaming of Zwaluw
Our lovely vessel
Tossed like kindling in an angry sea

III

On the third day I woke to a vision
Beautiful Goddess
Lilly white arms
Long…