On the boat
We went to Christmas at Kew last night, and halfway through the gardens we came across a fairground.
There was something about being on a ferris wheel, in the middle of a garden, under a full moon….
I’ve been writing songs and one of them is inspired by the Brautigan poem, “A Boat”. I love the images of a fairground at night, the small terror of climbing high, the spins, the whirls, the colours running together.
A Boat, by Richard Brautigan
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
crying
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
Electric
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark
water.
