the maiden voyager

  The maiden voyage

 

My first voyage on a ship was on an old tanker

who took us to Novorossiysk in Russia to load oil for

Iceland (Reykjavik.) It was an arduous voyage

in the Black Sea, we got stuck on the ice for days which was

 better than the darksome Novorossiysk where we could

 only go to restricted places.

Reykjavik too was a dreary little place but we could

walk about as we wanted and the people were nice

only it had no restaurants to speak of and the cafes

sold ghastly beer.

Then the ship was bound for Curacao, a Dutch island

full of bars and whores, it was on that voyage I wrote

my first poem “The Ship plough on” it was met with

amusement of the type I disliked and did attempt to

write anything for the next 30 years but read hundred

of books.

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