The Boat to Bokor


The Boat to Bokor


Wide, silent, I rise,

cradling upon my surface the vessel,

that will take you home.


Looming, misty, I stand,

harbouring the wildest lives,

this world can bare.


The boat to Bokor pulls across the glassy surface of twilight.

The boy at the helm searches the darkening river banks for the glowing light of rest.

The mountain watches all.


© All rights reserved ~ Tori Green


4 thoughts on “The Boat to Bokor

    1. Thank you Tom. The boat was going across…a father and son travelling home for the night. I shall answer your ‘other’ question by email, I know how you like a good story too!

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