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Part One - Missing presumed dead Apparently Alec was missing presumed dead at least that was what the obituary said how then he got married is still a mystery life after a very dark period of history                Jane plodded head down through another long day                solitude complete in a strange kind of way                while Kestrels are tacked to an untamed sky                she screams "Dear Lord wont you please tell me why" young Alec stood well over six foot tall legs full of shrapnell disfigured and all willing to give all for a meagre days pay a young man with half of his face blown away                 Shepherdess Jane sat under sad twinkling stars                 it was plain to see she had her own mental scars                 the Ferryman's Daughter, she was so kind                 different from the others, Jane was blind when the bells of victory began to ring forth it was too much for Alec, he headed up North up to the North where the bronze fields shone but Alec's old personality had gone                  there in the North a young Shepherdess called Jane                  did dry Alec's tears and soothed his deep pain                  Her voice rolled over hills in a plaintive wave                  as they assumed Alec lied in an unmarked grave In time they married, Jane bore Alec a Son but talk about the war, Alec would have none all that he said was "between you and me.. I've seen things that no man should ever see"                  flashbacks in his mind of the dead still ringing                  offset by his young Wife's ethereal singing                  somewhere around the Somme young Alec lay dead                  at least that was what the obituary said. Part Two - The Ferryman The Ferryman vowed he would find his girl he picked some roses to place in the top room searched high and low to find his precious lost pearl swore he would have her back before the flowers bloom treated like a slave, a young girl in her prime the Brothers got away Jane was left behind her body it did whither through the passing of time She was different from the others, Jane was blind worked as a Milkmaid her hands would get so sore under constant threats she still searched for the spark work never done a family waits on the shore although Jane was blind she could see in the dark the moon shone bright on the path to the Ferry House the gusts picked up on the night Jane ran away salty wind and sea shanty's awakened the grouse as Jane finally gets her break from the play He scoured every square inch of the land yet couldn't ask why? Or search into his past at the Wayfarers Inn they'd got it all planned released from a cruelty that could no longer last the night the Father died Gaelic psalms they sang a lonely house still stands like a watch to nature's will when they buried the Ferryman the church bells rang the flowers in the attic, they stand there still. Part three - The Inn (recapitulation) The Ferrymans lantern swung in the pouring rain he heard that his Daughter had made it to the Inn the audience sang to the Drovers refrain midst discarded cigarettes, rolling dice and gin Jane had long picked brambles from thorn covered vines lived an intoned existence yet she had her plans though Jane was blind she could read between the lines a chance to escape, she grabbed it with both hands the Inn's cosy light shone at the end of the lane to Whiskey Jack, Jane's elopement had come to light she had nothing to lose and everything to gain Jane's now with Alec and has recieved her respite see him dramming away yarns, bereft of what's true then screaming his lies to the starry sky above but tidal subtleties are demanding their due his heart had long died to the trueness of love the landlord played the piano and felt every note the Ferryman's lantern swung in the pouring rain given up his search, now in want of his boat regular at the Inn but never seen again he knew that yesterday would never come back sailing aimlessly like a throw of the dice he knew there would be no-one to take up the slack the doomed Mariner paid the ultimate price.
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
The Ferryman
Part One - Missing presumed dead Apparently Alec was missing presumed dead at least that was what the obituary said how then he got married is still a mystery life after a very dark period of history                Jane plodded head down through another long day                solitude complete in a strange kind of way                while Kestrels are tacked to an untamed sky                she screams "Dear Lord wont you please tell me why" young Alec stood well over six foot tall legs full of shrapnell disfigured and all willing to give all for a meagre days pay a young man with half of his face blown away                 Shepherdess Jane sat under sad twinkling stars                 it was plain to see she had her own mental scars                 the Ferryman's Daughter, she was so kind                 different from the others, Jane was blind when the bells of victory began to ring forth it was too much for Alec, he headed up North up to the North where the bronze fields shone but Alec's old personality had gone                  there in the North a young Shepherdess called Jane                  did dry Alec's tears and soothed his deep pain                  Her voice rolled over hills in a plaintive wave                  as they assumed Alec lied in an unmarked grave In time they married, Jane bore Alec a Son but talk about the war, Alec would have none all that he said was "between you and me.. I've seen things that no man should ever see"                  flashbacks in his mind of the dead still ringing                  offset by his young Wife's ethereal singing                  somewhere around the Somme young Alec lay dead                  at least that was what the obituary said. Part Two - The Ferryman The Ferryman vowed he would find his girl he picked some roses to place in the top room searched high and low to find his precious lost pearl swore he would have her back before the flowers bloom treated like a slave, a young girl in her prime the Brothers got away Jane was left behind her body it did whither through the passing of time She was different from the others, Jane was blind worked as a Milkmaid her hands would get so sore under constant threats she still searched for the spark work never done a family waits on the shore although Jane was blind she could see in the dark the moon shone bright on the path to the Ferry House the gusts picked up on the night Jane ran away salty wind and sea shanty's awakened the grouse as Jane finally gets her break from the play He scoured every square inch of the land yet couldn't ask why? Or search into his past at the Wayfarers Inn they'd got it all planned released from a cruelty that could no longer last the night the Father died Gaelic psalms they sang a lonely house still stands like a watch to nature's will when they buried the Ferryman the church bells rang the flowers in the attic, they stand there still. Part three - The Inn (recapitulation) The Ferrymans lantern swung in the pouring rain he heard that his Daughter had made it to the Inn the audience sang to the Drovers refrain midst discarded cigarettes, rolling dice and gin Jane had long picked brambles from thorn covered vines lived an intoned existence yet she had her plans though Jane was blind she could read between the lines a chance to escape, she grabbed it with both hands the Inn's cosy light shone at the end of the lane to Whiskey Jack, Jane's elopement had come to light she had nothing to lose and everything to gain Jane's now with Alec and has recieved her respite see him dramming away yarns, bereft of what's true then screaming his lies to the starry sky above but tidal subtleties are demanding their due his heart had long died to the trueness of love the landlord played the piano and felt every note the Ferryman's lantern swung in the pouring rain given up his search, now in want of his boat regular at the Inn but never seen again he knew that yesterday would never come back sailing aimlessly like a throw of the dice he knew there would be no-one to take up the slack the doomed Mariner paid the ultimate price.
On the North coast of Scotland on the Ard Neakie peninsular, there lies an old Ferry house, built before the road in 1830. Sadly it has long fallen into desuetude. On the other side of Loch Erribol lies the Wayfare Inn, now a holiday let. My imagination knows no bounds.
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61/M/Lincoln, England
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
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