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[sajc-iota]

Ferryman of River Styx

He works at the border Between here And there Though No one really knows What lies beyond the undergrowth There

The border is cold The river is slow Not that he would know Though he knows that he must row Travelling souls For the price of an obol

A dense fog hovers above Blocking sinners from view Cutting off their pleas Drowning out their suffering Emaciated souls walk the banks For they have no obols to pay Godforsaken, some gull others by impersonating Him so they may cross but  In the end, they never do 

He warns them against trying to cross Those who listen enter purgatory They walk and walk and walk Sometimes when they've walked enough Soft-hearted gods allow them to cross 

He watches all of them They are always fearful Of crossing Of walking Because they know there is no return And yet they always do  Sometimes he wonders why Most times he rows them across the silent river Listening to the voices of all the souls Contentedly he works At the border

Elisabeth Koh (19A05)

9 October 2019 Poetry with Marc Nair

[sajc-iota]

10 metres

Someplace, there’s a bridge, 10 metres long. Stretching between houses and school, One bank to another.

Somewhere, in the span of 10 metres, I’ve cast away red for blue, Donning the garb of a saint.

Sometime, in the span of 10 metres, I’ve crossed the bridge between 16 and 17,  Changing from a minor to an adult.

Somehow, in the span of 10 metres,  ‘Pure’ has become ‘H2’, ‘Elective’ becoming ‘H1’, Time slipping past like a river in a storm.

Someday, in the span of 10 metres, Again, I’ll cast away blue for more colour From a student, I’ll become a working member of society, Subjects turning to modules and coursework.

In 10 metres, somewhere, sometime, somehow, someday- I’ll certainly change again. Something becoming different In just 10 metres.

Quek Jing Yu (19S17)

9 October 2019 Poetry with Marc Nair

[sajc-iota]

9 the bridge is the most interesting place here right between home and school a stretch of wind and sun and rain and nothingness between commitments and responsibilities quiet and safe hovering over deep dangerous water that is so seemingly serene bordered by tall wispy green puffs of white speckles of colours that go unnoticed as you eye the other side and long for time to freeze or slow down the walk between worlds is the only time that everything is ok in the middle all sounds become muted and you think you can hear the water beckoning because bridges offer more than two options if you’re not a coward either relish the break from reality or jump off it

Joan Tham (19A05)

9 October 2019 Poetry with Marc Nair

[sajc-iota]

Bridges

A construction between two dimensions Linkway between two different factions Its gentle arch like the passage of time Dawn to dusk not forgetting our prime Marvelous contraption in the eyes of some Spiritual connection to the likes of none

Through the roughest winds and the toughest storms Never once faltering its pliant form Travellers be wary of the mysteries beneath Lurking in the shadows waiting to bequeath

Ngian Hui En (19S11)

9 October 2019 Poetry with Marc Nair