Crossing the Water
The Boyhood of Raleigh by Sir John
Everett Millais
That painting: the brothers spell-bound,
stock-still, as the barefoot sailor
points
to the horizon. A toy ship
beached on pebbles
piled like doubloons.
It’s doubtless the story
of setting out, long years ago,
with some bold captain, to explore
the unmapped world, the impossibly –
enticingly – remote
countries which in memory
have changed their meaning and become
his childhood when, like them, he heard
the truth in an old seadog’s lies.
Tom Vaughan
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Tom
Vaughan would
be pleased to hear them.