F W Finney


Adrift - Poem by F W Finney

The steer with the bullhorn's hoofed it home.
Tonight we'll hear no more from him.
Let him bellow at passengers in his dreams.
More time to dream tomorrow.

Tonight the river moves a song
that moves the wind and the twinkling lights
like splashing oars that lift the night
and set it down on sparkling crowns,
the song that moves the River of Kings.

All along the riverbanks,
the dragon boats are bouncing now;
the smoke has vanished from their dens.
Tonight we'll hear no more from them
till the water sneaks up to tickle their bellies.

Tonight the river moves a song
that moves the wind and twinkling lights.
And would you sing if you were here
where the eastern Lethe meets Honalee?
And what would you sing on the ferry with me
between the fading pier and the moaning moon?

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

A reprint of 'Adrift' first published in the
TU Journal of Liberal Arts, Vol.2, no.1 Jan-June 2002

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 11, 2014


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