Jane Robinson
My father, asleep, far out at sea
with his tiller fixed to a course,
sailed into a sleeping whale

who gently submerged,
chose not to thrash her tail
or scupper the homemade boat.
from the book JOURNEY TO THE SLEEPING WHALE / Salmon Poetry
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"The collection title, ‘Journey to the Sleeping Whale,’ represents quests for
wisdom, flights of the imagination and intertwined physical journeys,
particularly one made by the author’s father round the world on a home-
made boat in subconscious protest against environmental destruction and
climate change. Whales appear in various guises throughout the book and
while the ‘sleeping whale’ is metaphorical, it is also the subject of a story
told in 'Under Sail.'"


Jane Robinson on "Under Sail"
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