Monday, September 18, 2006

Notes on Bumboat Journey (Sat 16 Sept 2006)

The bumboat is suffering
Serious after-effects of sunburns
Skins of dirty-blue paint is peeling away
From the worn wood underneath

I shrug off it’s shabbiness
What does it matter?
There is quiet pleasure
To be gained afterall
In listening to the engine’s steady pulse
It’s rhythmic whirr

The bumboat cuts across
The resigned sea
For now
The bed is serene despite the mixed signals
From the brooding sullen skies.

The bumboat’s engine
Churns rolls of grey waves
And lacings of white froth trailing
Behind it’s wake, like a bride’s veil
Sweeping across shiny church floors

I lay on the hard moist deck
with ‘Great Expectations’ in my hands
Pip and Estella’s barren romance
Is an apt tale to be read
While journeying on a bumboat
That had seen better days


Blogger floots said...

really liked this
especially that atmospheric reference to pip and estella
thank you

12:00 AM  
Blogger Plus Ultra said... a brides veil...beautiful imagery, the mood very contemplative...apoem worth waiting for!

4:25 PM  

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