Ishaisms, Poetry

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,… Continue reading The Boatman and the Murderers

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Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and the Preacher

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters - the Boatman runs from the formidable harbour, and finding a little church, does hurriedly enter to bare his burdened soul to the preacher. His feet thud on the the rug, haggard and tired as he cries uttering an incoherent prayer - afraid of deeds on earth and… Continue reading The Boatman and the Preacher

Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and the return of the Traveller

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… Continue reading The Boatman and the return of the Traveller

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