The Ferry Arrives

The ferry arrives in the deep green water valley
where we wait rocking on the wharf,
brooding bush behind us
and the bird calls intermittent now
and less urgent.

The engines churn into overload, reversing
and the slave ship rattle
of the deck hand's throw and slide
seems almost mythic.

The quiet commuters,
patient as fishermen
and the young girls in their shorts
laugh into the white wash
and share secrets

as we go on slat backed seats, salt wet
out into the wider harbour,
its depth and menace balanced nicely
by the blue, light holding, sky.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Sydney, New South Wales, Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: Dylan Thomas, T.S Eliot, Stevie Smith, Chaucer, Shakespeare, Marvell, Herbert, Gerald Manley Hopkins, Rilke, Holderlin, Baudelaire, Verlaine, Rimbaud, Valery, Gregory Corso, Alan Ginsberg, Phillip Larkin, Elizabeth Bishop, Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats, Yeats, Ferlinghetti, Tony Hoagland, Ezra Pound, Joni Mitchell, Bob Dylan, Leonard Cohen, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Browning, Petra Whiteley, Blake, Thomas Hardy, Syvia Plath, Pablo Naruda, Lorca, Cole Porter, A.E Cummings, Walt whitman, Tennyson, Shelley, Byron, Coleridge, Les Murray, Gig Ryan, Edward Dorn, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Seamus Heaney.

Comments

Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

Ross

I have read this several times and it seems incomplete somehow where the stanzas didn't come up to what I was expecting.
The last Stanza was the best but is this up to your usual standard???
It seemed to fall short of the theme as it played out..
Whoops but this is just my thoughts,
Yours Ian.T

Ross Hamilton Hill

12 years 3 months ago

Hi Ian

You're iright, your comment cemented my misgivings, there's not enough to this considering the subject, I'll take a ferry ride tomorrow and see what I can glean.
thanks for your help
regards
Ross