+ A poem. Blank Verse. The Legend of the Seguin Island Lighthouse Keeper’s Wife +
Listen closely, if you will,
Wafting gently through the mists
Out near Seguin Island Lighthouse
On the rock-bound coast of Maine…
Can you hear her piano playing…?
So the ancient legend goes —
The Seguin Lighthouse keeper’s wife
Loves her baby grand piano
One song only does she know;
Only one song he does hear.
One cold and forlorn winter’s night,
The lighthouse keeper and his wife
Are ice-bound in their island home.
Relentlessly she plays her song;
Slowly he loses his sanity…
That night — he, in a raving frenzy,
Grabs an axe and slays his wife
To hear no more that noisome tune.
And then he joins with her in death
By his blood-soaked, murd’rous hand.
Some quiet evenings… in the distance…
Carried on a salt-tinged breeze
Out near ancient Seguin Light —
You can hear her play her song,
While he keeps watch throughout the night…