About A Boat



A boat.


A boat.


A boat.


This is about a boat.


A boat slips in, easy as song.

Slips into silent harbour on water that’s

flat as paper, blue as my baby son’s eyes.


The boat brings Irishmen.

Irishmen who were heading for St. Kilda

but heeded the storm warning.

Brought their boat to Barra,

slipped past Kisimul, nodding.


It is a high morning; a high, lilac morning.

Tied alongside, went off for breakfast.

The boat nods too – on the water that’s

flat as paper, blue as my baby son’s eyes.


Held at the bow, the boat turns to face west.

Easy as song the Irish boat turns west.


This is about that boat.

This is about a story.

The story of the boat.


The boat laden with stories.


A boat.


A boat.


A story.



John Rice


Please note that the poems are copyright John Rice 2014 and cannot be reproduced without the express permission of the author.

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