Friday, February 22, 2013

Grandfather's Boat

His rowing boat anchors at the edge of a sandbar,
lifts as grandfather lifted the anchor, the day

the sun struck his life, the day his heart gave way.
His boat still arching and rolling with the tide.

Oars empty of hands. His vessel waiting silently
for a figure on the bow, throwing bait, berley

and line into Booker Bay. Other boats tell
tales of their keen fishing life. Old fishermen

cast in these waters, arriving in knee-high boots,
large gentle hands holding on to a wooden rudder,

the pull of oars, or engine's throttle. Men steering
the channel as my grandfather's life steered away 

to another shore, leaving his new purchase in the bay
lisping at the edge of the sandbar, blip, blip, blip.



Published by Australian Poetry Centre, Melbourne

of Arc & Shadow

of Arc & Shadow
Published by Sunline Press, WA

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