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The Ferryman
The ferryman stands at the apex of function and form,
A bricolage of human hungers and physical needs,
And from his floating panopticon,
He watches trees spend years reaching to touch the water,
As his oar slides variously through spring and autumn leaves,
Through the dark old water where I last saw your face.
And, as his wooden raft nods in the current,
he laughs,
and his laugh is an ultimate fusion of nostalgia
and the present tense,
gentle,
and equally a caress.
About the Author: Oisín Breen is a 36 year-old poet, part-time academic in narratological complexity, and financial journalist. Dublin born Breen's debut collection, ‘Flowers, all sorts in blossom, figs, berries, and fruits, forgotten’ was released Mar. 2020 by Edinburgh’s Hybrid Press.
Primarily a proponent of long-form style-orientated poetry infused with the philosophical, Breen has been published both in written and audio formats in a number of journals, including the Blue Nib, Books Ireland, Seattle Star, Modern Literature, New English Review, La Piccioletta Barca, Bosphorus Review of Books, and Dreich magazine.
