Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman Series (9: finale) – The Boatman and the Murderers

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters
lash outside, as the killers face each other.
Blood has had blood, through urges inferior,
dark and evil – claiming many sinners.

“In this story, there is no winner”,
says the Boatman, trembling in tears,
“We are, both of us, liars and deceivers,
so let me go now, with a pardon or a bloody sever –
for I grow old – not in years – but worry, and fear…”

Reflecting gravely, the miser gives his answer –
“Justice isn’t mine to grant, though I may have been a lender…
this much I know – we must all pay for our sins here.
I grow weary of wandering too – so I cast this revenge asunder,
and let you go, for boatmen are made for the waters;
travellers, at sea, are forever their seekers –
come to bare soul; sin; or simply cross over –
but every traveller does the boatman require,
for every little story, O Boatman… needs a listener…”

Β© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg

42 thoughts on “The Boatman Series (9: finale) – The Boatman and the Murderers”

    1. Haha! Thank-you Chris.
      It all started with a poem I wrote in February that decided to continue, with a vengeance, so to speak, somewhere around mid-month, only to end now finally!
      Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing 😊

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