The wee boat is painfully simple But sure, it must have made light work Of the pathways of the sea, For here it is, blithe boat Afloat but how it’s powered, Heaven knows. In dreams I am never party to its passage I spy it after and only then, aft Poor stowaway of my own imagining.Continue reading “The Maelstrom”
Tag Archives: poetry
Fall of Icarus
After Landscape with the Fall of Icarus, c.1555, Pieter Bruegel
The Kicker
Two small donkeys, in a field of tattered things.
