roddie wyatt's poem
TRANSCRIPT
Water: Friend Or Foe?
It was a quiet autumn day, the sun was low in the sky and there was a slight breeze over the Minch; this would have to be the last day this year for setting a net, as the fishery cruiser wouldn’t be in Gairloch for
at least three weeks.
As Matthew pulled back the dusty tarpaulin on the Alibel, his gaze landed on a frayed piece of paper. It was a poem he had written last winter when he went out in the boat, by himself.
Water:
Deep, green, cold,
Cold, glassy, treacherous,
Treacherous because beneath the calm,
Glassy surface lies the potential to chill a man to death;
Death by drowning, or death by chilling.
Chilling, choking, calling, drowning.
Surviving.
Water:
a sleeping tiger calm and placid,
until roused into a storm by teasing winds,
she spits in our faces and
tosses our boats in her paws.
Water:
a cruel cheat,
we set off with high hopes,
for huge fishing,
only to return empty-handed,
and hungry.
Water:
Deep, blue, bitter,
Bitter, unforgiving, treacherous,
Treacherous because beneath the calm,
Glassy surface lies the potential to chill a man to death;
Death by drowning, or death by chilling.
Chilling, choking, calling, drowning.
Surviving.
How different this year had been.
Water:
calm, kind, cool,
cool, clear, refreshing.
A beautiful and generous companion,
A rich and bountiful supply of resources.
food, power, pleasure.
A gateway to the world.
Just as Matthew was finishing his poem, he saw Roddie coming down the road. “I’d better hide it better this time. I wouldn’t want Roddie to know I like writing poetry,” he thought. “What like?” he said.
“Nae bad. Yersel?”
“Well, we had another lamb die last night,” replied Matthew. “Will you give me a hand launching the Alibel? I want to take her out one last time before the winter comes.”
Roddie, S2