My green pen draws a red boat
With a cargo of words in its hold
A cargo of shoots and delving roots
A floating forest of stories painted
All the colours of morning.
Red boat on a green sea
With blue wind in its sails.
On the rim of the sky a yellow sun hangs
And white gulls soar
Through a rainbow of mist.
Boat is fire-red sea glass-green
Reflecting a sky the colour of hope.
From the horizon the sun shows the way
And prow breaks the waves in a rainbow of spume
To follow the call of the gulls.
Red boat on a green sea
Sailing east with a cargo of dreams.
Take me with you into the morning
For the west is blood red and tints the green sea
With the death of aeons of suns.
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 