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

Advertisements
Ballad, Ishaisms, Poetry

THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month-long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains with… Continue reading THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

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 Reminder

Starless winter night, the cold dark waters... the Boatman and the silent tales of the harbour... are mere dreams now, that will not cease to recur, even as he embarks on a new life away from the mire leaving behind a fretful ferryman, and a sorry sailor. How stories can change life, he reflects over… Continue reading The Boatman and the Reminder

Ishaisms, Poetry

The Boatman and the Harbour

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters - a boat floats mid river, away from the travellers. Waiting, clueless, at the misty harbour, the Boatman takes off his red-stained sweater. Aghast and afraid he pulls it closer, rendered doubtless and faint by his sniffer. At a distance a murmuring crowd draws together - the Boatman… Continue reading The Boatman and the Harbour