• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 11

Waiting for the Ferryman

Another boat full of Day-trippers.
The Pier Head is crowded, the Royal Iris is docking.
Giant rubber tyres, along the side, squeal with delight.
We're off to New Brighton for the sun, swim and sand.

Fifty years later, another boat approaches Greece.
The Isle of Lesbos stretches out her ancient arms,
Sappho pulls in the orange-ringed day's catch
but the market is already closed.