In the mummers' play of the sea the shipwrecked man is thrown ashore in chains of kelp as red as rotted iron, entangled in the nets that were his clothes before the jealous salt and the workings of the sun.
The tide-lines duel for him with splintered staves of lobster pot and bucklers of driftwood, high and low until the last wave tumbles out and the magician kneels over him, one hand upraised with an eel the color of wet pewter signing infinity about her wrist.
When he comes back to life, he's dressed in guisers' ribbons of weed, but he trudges inland, following her, without a look back.
All that. All that.
Wow.
(also, the "Black Water" video was excellent, and in a few minutes I'm going to be posting one for you.)
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In the mummers' play of the sea
the shipwrecked man is thrown ashore
in chains of kelp as red as rotted iron,
entangled in the nets that were his clothes
before the jealous salt and the workings of the sun.
The tide-lines duel for him
with splintered staves of lobster pot and bucklers of driftwood,
high and low
until the last wave tumbles out
and the magician kneels over him,
one hand upraised
with an eel the color of wet pewter
signing infinity about her wrist.
When he comes back to life,
he's dressed in guisers' ribbons of weed,
but he trudges inland,
following her,
without a look back.
All that. All that.
Wow.
(also, the "Black Water" video was excellent, and in a few minutes I'm going to be posting one for you.)