Sheena Blackhall

Gold Star - 5,467 Points (18/8/1947 / Aberdeen)

Charon's Passengers - Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Into the silent water, slips the silent prow
Lifting the dripping anchor over the tilting bow.

There's no star on the skyline, past the silver moon
All the world he ferries, in secret, late or soon.

Into the faint horizon where no man comes back
Each man travels lightly. Each man takes no pack.

All the world he ferries, in secret, late or soon
Into the faint horizon, past the silver moon.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 7, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 7, 2010


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