Rede Seeker
Blue - all around the two people in the boat - blue water, blue-tinted swords in the prow, blue hills and trees on the horizon.
A small, narrow boat is being poled to a shoreline that we cannot see - it may not too far away. The man with the pole is warmly dressed. He looks in the direction that he is poling the boat. Seated before him is someone in sorrow, shrouded, one hand on her shoulder. I say 'her' because the drape of the shroud looks shawl-like, the posture seems feminine. She could be young, clutching a child; she could be old, clutching herself. We have no insight here. She is at the mercy of the boatman. He controls where the boat goes. There are six swords piercing the deck. They seem to be barring her way. Even if she wanted to get off the boat, she couldn't. The Ferry-man is directly behind her; the swords are directly in front of her.
Water on the right side of the boat looks choppy; on the left a bit calmer.
There is no sign of life other than these two people. No birds in the sky, no fish in the water, no dog at her feet.
I get a sense of surrender from the imagery. The woman may be a prisioner - by poor health; by poor material circumstances; by sadness. She is totally dependent on the ferry-man to get her to firm ground again...speed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing...what situation is she escaping from? Can she trust the ferry-man? We don't really see where they are going, the angle of the bow takes us off the edge of the card. We can only assume that the shoreline is consistent with the shoreline that we can see.
A small, narrow boat is being poled to a shoreline that we cannot see - it may not too far away. The man with the pole is warmly dressed. He looks in the direction that he is poling the boat. Seated before him is someone in sorrow, shrouded, one hand on her shoulder. I say 'her' because the drape of the shroud looks shawl-like, the posture seems feminine. She could be young, clutching a child; she could be old, clutching herself. We have no insight here. She is at the mercy of the boatman. He controls where the boat goes. There are six swords piercing the deck. They seem to be barring her way. Even if she wanted to get off the boat, she couldn't. The Ferry-man is directly behind her; the swords are directly in front of her.
Water on the right side of the boat looks choppy; on the left a bit calmer.
There is no sign of life other than these two people. No birds in the sky, no fish in the water, no dog at her feet.
I get a sense of surrender from the imagery. The woman may be a prisioner - by poor health; by poor material circumstances; by sadness. She is totally dependent on the ferry-man to get her to firm ground again...speed bonny boat, like a bird on the wing...what situation is she escaping from? Can she trust the ferry-man? We don't really see where they are going, the angle of the bow takes us off the edge of the card. We can only assume that the shoreline is consistent with the shoreline that we can see.