Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Equinoxal Storms

   Last night the wind tore about so fiercely and so wildly it sounded as though the sea had risen to my window.  Even the bed shook when the strength of the gusts ran up against the stones of this home, and the door in the hall clattered all night.  A screaming and a whistling stole in through the gaps of these old windows and the curtains danced, though the panes were fastened tight against the rain that hissed upon them.

   The day before, down below the cliffs, we found the body of a great grey seal, which must have died only shortly before.  It was so beautiful, so almost alive that even though it was clear that it would not, it seemed all the same that it might wake up again any time.  And then we walked on homewards and night fell on the derelict school on the way, with the carved granite numbers saying the year 1904, as somewhere down the street a man hollered and wailed unhinged.

    And this morning, the people down in the old fishing town, the one the harbour never managed to swallow, they woke up to find sea foam covering everything.  It covered pavements, cars, everything, so that it seemed at first as though it had snowed.


  1. Mysterios and delerious post, Jodi, truly magical. Sad about the seal... so beautiful and like a stone in his/her final resting ground - unless, of course, the sea took her and left the foam in her stead.

  2. wow, such an evocative post...sea foam covering everything..that must have been a strange sight. Your a beautiful writer!

  3. It is hard to reconcile the difficult moments in the heart of words - hard to bring expression to the sometimes harsh part of reality, and yet leave an arrow pointing forwards to hope. I like the ending to this post so much: the foam, a touch of the unexpected, almost mystical, which I took as a sign just like Valeriannia did, that what looks hard to our little eyes may simply be something that we do not truly understand.

  4. I've never seen the feet of a seal. So beautiful, so sweet. A mysterious shape and texture that would fit perfectly in a painting by your hand.

  5. Valerianna,
    I like to think that's what happened too.

    Wayward Harper,
    Thank you. And I think that if you want to see the strange sight for yourself type "footdee" and "foam" on youtube and you're sure to find it!

    Well, the foam was unexpected for everyone, not only a sort of literary device (if literary device would be appropriate here) like the snow at the end of Dubliners or something... though it did become important for me in my perception and interpretation of that little block of time... so maybe it amounts to the same thing?

    They are amazingly beautiful aren't they? I felt a little guilty thinking that way, when the poor seal was lying there, but I suppose we must take inspiration where we can. I think you're right... the photos and the remembered observations from that day will come to some use somewhere down the line.

  6. I cannot tell you how much I love this post.