Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters,
the Boatman comes home in the midnight hour;
upon entering senses the presence something sinister,
as the faint smell of smoke suggests a late night visitor.
Suddenly, he feels a hand upon his shoulder
jumping in alarm as he lays eyes on the solitary smoker –
though he needs no reminding, he instantly remembers,
the god forsaken harbour and mossy ladder –
yet for the life of him, he can’t fathom, what this spirit is now after…
“Surely, two months have not rendered me a stranger?
You’ve done me a service Boatman, like a brother…
yet, I must impress upon you the need for another favour,
one that may save your own soul – having carried out my dark desire –
so take up boat, and return once more, O ferrier,
to where we met, and what’s left of my body, gather;
fish it out, burn the remainders…
to release my soul from its wandering torture…”
© Isha Garg
Happy Halloween, dear reader!
Note: This is the sixth installment in “The Boatman and the Traveller” series.
You may read the first part at –
the second part at –
the third part at –
and the fourth part at –
and the fifth part at –