Having avoided hyperbole in last week’s sonnet, I’ve rediscovered my affection for this linguistic technique. This change reminds me how my mood affects my writing; one day I might like a form of expression, another day I might detest it. It’s a poet’s prerogative!
This Love Letter is dedicated to someone I admire; someone who projects positivity. And what better metaphor for a projector of brightness than a lighthouse? And, when choosing a lighthouse, what reason could there be for choosing one other than the greatest ever known? The Lighthouse of Alexandria, also known as the Pharos of Alexandra or just Pharos (the island on which it was built).
Beacon I love you like moth mariners who see The Pharos’ beacon proud above dark swells That, as they flutter near, lights up with glee Brows scarred by biting squalls and lashing hells. Like the lighthouse your flames will long outlast The dreamers who laid your foundation stones For though your blaze burns bold and fierce and fast Your stoker spirit grafts and never moans. You are an ardent wonder to behold: Great as Colossus, curious as the Sphynx, A soul more precious than a fleece of gold Who like Athena makes and wars and thinks. Those who doubt this sonnet’s sincerity Have never known such love. And don’t know me.