12 years ago
Sun Jan 15 2012, 03:45am
I've written this poem as a metaphysical interpretation of what might be happening with Rushton at the end of The Sending. The poem blurs time, place, and identity... inspired by Isobelle Carmody's ability to fashion mythic dreamscapes that bring many possibilities to light. It is my way of posing a theory by painting a picture with words.
Rushton murmurs to Brydda on the beach
the ship boards groaned under my feet, ropes popping,
the mast tipping over humbly to the mighty seas.
… the aerie-song of Guanette birds
swiftly across the fringe of my hood, one-two-three…
a circlepipe that I unsleepsealed – what? Did Maryon tell me that?
“Ye gods! Let him breathe!...â€
They rode in
on that barreling black wind.
The last grey wall of water
dashed me away to the hut,
and the golden rope jerked
me through to the end quite quickly.
She was there, … friend.
They were singing to her.
To me.
Me. Her.
The goddess seal untaints the thirsty earthen peoples…
For the Bearcub ashling circle Triezte.
They know... they trust you. They see.
“Give him space to speak, lad. His compass innit split yet.â€
You will carry us, Seraphim-twiceborn.
You will live as us.
It is who you are.
Lecuna-Innle.
You chose us, we did not choose you.
It is done. Sealed in your Red flesh-time.
Now speak to each when they call you.
Many will ask. Serve them well.
Know this - We are your Talent.
Always.
The Master of Obernewtyn awoke pressing
the wet sand behind him slowly
sitting up.
I love how that captures the bond between Elspeth and Rushton, and agree with the theory, too! A perfect interpretation of Rushton's talent. Wow! I wish I could write poetry like all of you anszing writers in this site :).
That is very beautiful! What exactly is it that you think Rushton's Talent is? In Obernewtyn it says he has a Host mind but you make it sound like there are people living in his mind.
