The Queen Marie December 17, 2008Posted by Rambling Man in General Bloggery.
The Queen Marie
by the Rambling Man
The battered old boat sits on the water’s edge;
just far enough back not to get wet
but near enough to want to.
only the feet of its trailer dip into the sea,
the bow points inwards, towards some imagined journey …
the blue body is fading and the cabin crowns a rusted frame.
sometimes if the wind blows, the water rises far enough
to wet the last plank on the keel, and the tip of the prop;
what good is an engine if not for oil – or what good is a boat if not for water.
then one day she’s gone, just 20 feet but it feels like a mile;
bright blue and white, now smiling between the swells.
free to bob and weave, to fish and sail
free to be – the Queen Marie.