I stood at the water's edge,
gold coin in hand.
The water was still,
the air eerie and silent.
After an eternal darkness we landed on The Island.
I leave you here, The Ferryman whispered,
You must enter through the gate.
He pointed a bony finger, Make haste, your Guide awaits.
See here, said The Guide,
Where the men were locked in at night
I wanted to close my ears against their ghostly groans and cries.
I ran into a tunnel like room
There were strange odours and echoes of machinery.
You're not safe here, it's the gunpowder store, The Ghastly Guide smiled at me grimly.
I fled outside, I needed air,
My senses were overloaded
Please! I shouted to the dark shapes around me, Please tell me! I must know!
The far side of the island, chained to a rock,
Whispered The Guide. That's where he was kept.
I could bear no more, the sadness overwhelmed me. I sat on the ground and wept.
Leave me, I told The Guide
I need to be alone
I sheltered in the ruins of what once was a happy home.
I'll wait till morning, I thought. Then I'll leave this place.
Until then I must get some sleep.
I open my eyes,
I'm at the water's edge
The gold coin at my feet............................
Photos taken on Goat Island, September 2013.