Cover photo courtesy of Roger Mosley.
Stories of the Sea 2018 Entry
The Water Knot
I was going to record this, because it was written to be read and it just doesn’t seem to come off on the page, but time shortens. I basically had 10 minutes to tell a novel-length concept, so I read my draft outline. Dunno, seemed to work last year when I wrote the story at lunch and edited it at the bar.
Many men love the Sea unrequitedly
But only one man, she too did love
This is the story of Arausio and Merrill
A man and the Sea
At the edge of the world
There is a land at the end of lands
Beyond which, there is only ocean
Until the sea meets the sky
And they become one
Here, Arausio lived in a shack of whale bone and sea glass
Flotsam, jetsam, and drift
He built a boat, slim but with a mighty sail
For the wind to kiss
And oars to skull the water like a lover’s caress
He set out before the dawn to tend his nets
And every night return
His days spent dreaming upon the waves
Life is the blind casting and seeking
Hauling and heaving
Of nets upon cold waters
Divining the underlying shoals
By good luck and bad
Until you have a story
You can tell yourself
A net of order upon the tides
For years the waves beat at Arausio’s door
A great water clock
By which his story was written
In scripts of sailing, fishing, salting, and mending
One day like any other
As Arausio was upon his lover’s breast
A water spout arose
Like the curtain a line makes
When you pull it from the depths
White horses running
In a field of snow
A black tempest followed
A hawk upon a flushing rabbit
A great storm brewed within Arausio
What dark magic was aloft?
He hauled his nests and hoist his sail
To chase the sea
Whipped by the cacophony of wind and ran
His tiller hand yet held true
His boat a long knife slicing
The tempest took the wave
Amidst the rape, a maelstrom forming
As the bottom fell from the sea
Still, into the oceans heart sailed Arausio
Until, bow above the abyss
He cast his net into the vortex
In the storm’s eye
The sky beat upon him
The water refused to yield
His sinews cracking
Inch-by-inch he won his prize
And in his hand beheld
A water knot flowing endlessly in coils
That his mind could not follow
The tempest shrieked its demise
The sea breathed in ragged sighs
A clay jar the knot’s repose
Arausio sailed home upon the Milky Way’s teary veil
That night Aurosio awoke to singing
In his yard a maiden dancing
Moon silver hair swirling clouds
And skirts surging around her legs
Like waves pouring over rocks
“I am Merrill
Where goes my heart
So do I go
Everything I am
Belongs to you
No knot so bound
May be unbound
No bond so freely given
Can be unmade”
It was years since dusty words found his tongue
“As I will not be bound, I will not bind
Of men, you do not know
I would not take what you would give
I want nothing I do not already lack
She laughed in tidal susurrations
“I know this man
He knows not himself
His heart knows what it wants
His mind sees it without recognition
Sometimes we are driftwood
Cast upon the tide
Sometimes we are a beach where lost things land
If I am a wave
Will you be my sand?”
Into the house she danced
The next day
Once, twice, thrice Arausio cast
Once, twice, thrice he threw his catch back
On the fourth, he could take no more
Beaten, he rowed to shore
Gunwales brimming with gold and jewels
“Merrill, you are a queen
But these riches we cannot eat
The only gold I need
You do wear
The wealth I covet
The sun in your hair”
She laughed like rain and waved her hand
“Last night you spoke untrue
I know much of man
But I know ought of you”
Many years the water clock
Boomed and whispered at their door
One cold day
The tax man blew in like a winter frost
From their golden cups he drank
But it was Merrill who filled his eye
“Your emperor needs his share,” said he
Arausio dashed the cup and replied
“I have been pauper and I have been king,
My ruler sea is the sea that stands ever before me
I want nothing that in my hand can be held
Of nothing at my back am I thrall
Tell your ruler, he can have it all.”
Merrill pushed sacks of gold
Upon the wretched man
“Now who knows aught of men?
We will be seeing the likes of him.”
Her futures told, their fates were true
Not one day of spring went by
Before debarked a mighty fleet
Waves of fearless men
Those who sow death and scythe it
Or are scythed by it
Broke upon the beach
Arrayed there like dunes
Once, before he came to the World’s End
Arausio, such a man had been
He had no fear of such men
In front of the whaleborne house
Stood a man all in gold and in white
Next to him the Tempest
In robes of sunless black
Here was the enemy
Arausio once had beaten back
“I have heard you keep riches from me
You pay with riches gold, but keep a queen”
Arausio gave voice to the storms in his eyes
“All I have I take from where there are no roads, no fences
I do not profit from your wars
To no man will I bend my knee
None shall have my queen”
The king’s sword on its draw sung
“I own the land
I own the sea
What you take
You take from me
When I leave, shall you yet breathe?”
Merrill’s voice was gravel in the tide
“For his life, you win a queen
Take me to your side
Take me to the sea”
And men with chains she they did swath
“These chains cannot bind me
I have already given myself in a knot
That once bound cannot be unbound
For binding does not love unmake
What you take
You will never own”
They shackled Merrill before the mast
And plowed white furrows with their bows
Fresh scars across a world defiled
The very least of it surpassing all villainy
Arausio took the jar to the cliff
“The sea is my lover
And she loves me
I do not unbind
This knot I know I cannot cut
As always you were
So shall you be
Shackles unchained and freedom made
I smash your prison and set you free”
The wind came down from the mountains
With jasmine and with spice
The king at the rail beamed
“The wind freshens and our luck holds true
My new love bears us fruit.”
The admiral chewed his beard and looked abaft
Where dark clouds brewed like ale in a glass
“Do not mistake
Luck for fate
Unbind her now, or seal our doom
A watery grave
For her groom”
Arausio put to sea
The breeze was fresh, but the water foul
The whip and whistle of the cords in the rigging
Mirrored in the cords of the man
One wave like a mountain range arose
Tall and jagged in his path
Growing until it brushed the sky and curled
An irresistible maw closing upon the fleet
Swallowing men like beasts in the field
Who made dung while they were fattened
And whose meat went to insatiable jaws
Which spat bits of bone and wood
From between its teeth
He sailed through their folly
He sailed through their war
He sailed through their wisdom, too late gained
To them Arausio cast not an eye
“What you took, king
Was never mine to give
You could take my lover from me
But you could control the heart of the sea.”
Arausio chased the storm past the horizon
Sailing to where the sky meets the sea
Where only there could he and his love be
On nights cold and true
If you are brave enough
And you sail far enough
And your luck holds as steady
As the wind at your back
You can see them in the heavens
A great galaxy whorling
In a celestial water knot
A heart-shaped current in the sky
And while you may swoon for her
You can never have her
A lover to your side
Many men love the Sea unrequitedly
But only one man, she too did love
This is the story of Merrill and Arausio
A wave and her beach
Sometimes we are lost
Adrift in the currents
And sometimes we are shores
Where the lost come to lie
amberfromaustin
May 16, 2018
Oh you changed the very last line! I like it. 🙂
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jontobey
May 16, 2018
That’s the line I read at the event….
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