Sea Chanty…

I couldn’t believe his story…

honestly who would?

a tale of the sea
told by the survivors
of a storm-ravaged vessel
he’d seen something out there
before he was rescued
half-starved and clinging to life
as he was…

I’d been at the tavern as they brought him in
his ravings were a lunatic on the edge of destruction
but something inside me pushed me to go to him
I whisked him under my arm
and did what I could
to calm his spirit
until a doctor could be brought
to see to his current state
the drink I’d ordered for him
sat upon the small table between us
untouched
the light of walls sconces
and the flicker of a small candle
played upon glass bottles and flagons
made green fairies dance upon the sod walls…

I asked him to repeat what he had said
about the wind and the rain and the lightning
and about the woman

he said
She walked up from the hold
stood upon the deck
leaned against the bow
and spoke in an ancient tongue, to the storm

..and everything stopped…

The wind fled
the rain ceased
and the surface of the ocean became
turquoise glass

…and as suddenly as she appeared, she was gone…

And I said “Surely this was only a delusion…a waking nightmare…a piece of evil in the world?”

And his eyes cleared, he took on the look of a man much younger than both our years combined….

and he responded…

There is pain, sorrow and death
There are terrible things in this world
which care not for human souls
but in the middle of all of that rage and hate
that the ocean and the air could unleash on mortal men
Along she comes…
and I tell you
It’s as if all the light in the universe was all in the same place
and darkness did not exist
as if every bright and safe place
you could imagine
was there
within the embrace of her smile
and the healing touch
of her hand
upon your shoulder

 

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22 Responses to Sea Chanty…

  1. Quite the woman in the tale, sounds like the opposite of one of the Sirens who sang to Odysseus and his men.

    • Eric says:

      Thank you, August! I thought it was fighting that the mysterious woman on the ship be the one to save the day this time. πŸ˜‰

  2. Emily says:

    Only you, E. Only you. πŸ™‚ Beautiful.

  3. Purpleanais says:

    Absolutely fantastic! I love the idea of a kind of “reverse” siren – gorgeously written 😍

  4. Meghan Tregellis says:

    Love this! Wonderful storytelling and why not the Lady savior? πŸ˜ƒπŸ’œ

  5. Larysia says:

    Awesome work, Eric, as usual. Always love the beautiful imagery and emotions you can naturally evoke. Lady Saviors ftw! Something about beauty and grace intermingled with power ❀
    Reminds me, you'd enjoy Alan Moore's Promethea. One of my favourites with strong female characters.

  6. Rita says:

    Damn, again and again flows the brilliance ❀️

  7. I love this! Nice to see a β€˜siren’ getting good press. Smiles.

  8. So beautifully evocative! Could easily become a short story. . .

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