I will not go with the ferryman

I will not go with the ferryman, Into the endless night, Nor touch the dust grey shores, Where shades linger grieving. I will not listen to the clinking of silver, And the whispering of the dead, R… Source: I will not go with the ferryman by Jane Dougherty. I love this poem and have to share it!

Waiting on the Edge of a Season

  This is the second of two poems I submitted to the Poetry Society’s National Poetry Competition back in autumn, both of which were unsuccessful.     I am smitten By the hovering season When dozy drones still buzz Their mantra And leached leaves Spiral Into swirls Of their own skeletons   Sultry days are […]