Coastal Lighthouse Riddles for Seaside Seekers

I slice through fog with a rotating gleam. Count my flashes to plot your dream. What am I?

I’m brass and glass with a Fresnel gleam. Crafted in prisms to magnify beams. What am I?

I’m the keeper’s log with weather and tide. Read my ink to see storms collide. What am I?

I’m the bell on the rocks in misty seas. Ringing a warning on ghostly breeze. What am I?

I’m the spiral spine climbed day and night. Step by step to reach the light. What am I?

I’m the painted stripe that tells sailors where. Red or white, I’m the signal flair. What am I?

I’m the wick that soaked in whale oil glow. Trim me nightly for light to show. What am I?

I’m the foghorn’s bellow across the bay. Follow my moan to keep danger away. What am I?

I’m the tide chart tacked by the door. Examine my cycles before hitting shore. What am I?

I’m the gull that nests on the lantern room rail. Watch me glide above every sail. What am I?

I’m the shipwreck tale passed down the line. Gather round lanterns to hear my sign. What am I?

I’m the rescue rope flung into foam. Grip me tight and I’ll guide you home. What am I?

I’m the storm shutter latched against gale. Bolt me fast before winds prevail. What am I?

I’m the radio crackle with coded pleas. Tune me carefully amid the seas. What am I?

I’m the sunrise break after waves at war. Thank the beacon for one day more. What am I?