The evening is closing in, as I walk around the long reeds.
A gentle breeze sways the reeds in waves, a still low mist rises from the riverbank.
It’s a warm evening, even though the sun is setting on the horizon. As I follow
the path, I am in ore of the beauty of the views. In the distance I can see a
glow from a place near the path, as I come closer, I can see an old oil lantern
hanging off a post. As I draw even closer, I can see a shadowy figure, dressed
in dark, old clothes, not moving, just standing under the lantern. Now as I
approach the figure, I feel a cold breeze suddenly blow across the reeds and my
cheeks. I can now see a large dingy, the lantern attached to the bow. The
figure is standing at the front of the old wooden boat, the menacing figure is
waving me to him. As I draw closer, I can see both the boat and the figure are
opaque and seem as if it is a trick of the rising mist.
I had heard stories of “The Ferryman” but had never
experienced them myself. I am now terrified as I am almost on the spot. Now as
I approach the figure, very slowly trembling with fear both the boat and the
figure dissolve into the mist and the light disappears last, leaving me wide
eyed and wondering what I had just witnessed.
Martyn
Image Belona Greenwood
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