To Dylan Thomas

Hoist me a pint of ale in the old boat house;

Keep sabbath without fail in the old boat house.


Wield me a poem of ultimate genesis’ thunder:

Write till crows go pale at the old boat house.


Breezes of Laugharne, perpetually fresh!

Nothing ever goes stale in the old boat house!


Jonah me, Moby me, humpbacked and blubbered:

Spend three days in the whale of the old boat house.


Come to the confines of your monastic keep:

Lock yourself in the jail of the old boat house.


Message me in a bottle, lyric lord of Wales:

I’ll send my fan mail to the old boat house.


Let druids rise up from their moss-grown graves

And bless each rusty nail of the old boat house!


Heron and cormorant, he-gull and she-gull

Soar and wade and sail by the old boat house.


I praise your psalm-shed, beer-brawny word-worker:

Hosanna, hurrah, and hail to the old boat house!

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Your poem has been chosen to be featured on the home page of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a tricky piece of writing, Tom: a ghazal with the wild energy of a Thomas poem. Well done!

Michael R. Burch The PoetBay support member heart!
Dylan Thomas is one of my favorite poets; I have written two poems "for" him and one poem "after" him.

I like your poem and I think Dylan would appreciate both the poem and the offer of ale, but perhaps more than a pint!

In an interesting note, I once worked with Thomas Raine Crowe, a Beat poet who actually lived in the Laugharne boat house while writing a book of poems "under the influence." I have the book somewhere in my library ...