When we were at Greenbelt we saw the performance by Linda Marlowe of Carol Ann Duffy's "The world's Wife." Since coming home I've been reading that and her book of poems "Rapture." Her poem "Ship" made me think of this photo I took in Paris a few years ago.
Ship
In the end,
it was nothing more
than the toy boat of a boy
on the local park's lake,
where I walked with you.
But I knelt down
to watch it arrive,
its white sail shy
with amber light,
the late sun
bronzing the wave
that lifted it up,
my ship coming in
with its cargo of joy.
Carol Ann Duffy
from Rapture (Picador, 2005)
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