Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and the Moneylender

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers; then jumps out upon that same old harbour, leaving the lonely boat unanchored... Of the story he has now much gathered, from the traveller, the mother and a boat ride he vaguely remembers. Entranced, he walks up to the last… Continue reading The Boatman and the Moneylender

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Ishaisms, Poetry

ROOTS

She was a tree in the wrong garden, unsunned, unwatered, unseen; only her fruits were awaited and gathered, leaving broken branches upon the mossy green… She oozed sap tears, in the night's pall, rooted, yes, but forever restless; longing for the forests to hear her call… for her heart lived and breathed in the wilderness.… Continue reading ROOTS

Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and The Mother

Starless winter night, the cold dark waters - the Boatman comes to ferry the midnight travellers - yet waiting in agony at the rainy harbour, stands an old woman with a man's hat for shelter, crying, "How now Boatman, are you there? My son took the ferry last Wednesday, and I've heard none from him… Continue reading The Boatman and The Mother