Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman Series (2) – 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 Series (2) – The Boatman and The Mother