Another boat poem
I will take up my life and go
And turn my back on this empty place
Where nothing sings with its true voice
Or dances with a natural grace.
The light that glitters on the stream
Is sharp and brittle and hurts the eye
And the cold bright fish hides from the fishers’ hooks
In the dim dark water where the shipwrecks lie.
The air is full of tortured noise
That twists the entrails of the ear
Black carrion birds haunt the hazy sky
On wings that cast a shadow of fear.
The green has gone from this sleek shiny world
And the song of the earth is a woeful tale
But I will go to a place by the sea
And watch for a boat with white hope in its sail.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 