Boatman Poem by maria goodison
Boatman
A grand boat slides through the grey mist
with no sound at all.
Souls that have once been,
wait for the boatman to arrive.
A tall thin figure glides down the gangplank,
to ask his question to each soul,
before giving way to let them onboard.
'DO YOU REGRET ANYTHING? '
No words are said
but a cold chill crawls round the boatman
and a haunting sense of right
fills the seats.
Coins that were placed so loving
now pay the boatmans way.
His long black cloak
clings to him like skin,
his hollow, skull-like eyes glow red
and yet nothing is said,
as the grand boat launches
to carry the lost souls home.
The boat man is from greek mythology, he is showing nether as a ghost or man but dark and neutral, but in modern time he is more commonly depicted as more of a dark reaper
picture perfect, but the boatman is shown as a Ghost with red eyes is too scary, otherwise very enjoyable poem as I like the boats and the oceans..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 1:34:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The boat man is Charon. He was the ferryman who brought the souls of the dead across the river Styx or the river Acheron to Hades. Nice poem, Maria. :) G.