Showing posts with label Alas you salt sea gods. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alas you salt sea gods. Show all posts

Thursday, May 21, 2015

A Trio of Micro Fiction Tales for Tea Time


Milton Manor, Sutton Wick. CC2.0 photo by John Turner.
Warmup Wednesday over at Flash! Friday gave this photo as a prompt. For the second part of the prompt, you had to use a song title as the title of your story - and write a story of exactly 100 words. I decided to try and write three stand alone stories which are part of the same story. My thoughts went to a ship on the sea instead of a rowboat on a lake… So, of course, I had to start off with “Alas, you salt sea gods” and take it from there.




Hope you enjoy these three micro tales!

Alas, you salt sea gods

A sorrow-filled salt breeze curls around the house and pushes at the water where the child-sized boat stands empty upon the water. Beyond the grand house and manicured lawns a figure in white traces the edge of the tall cliffs where waves throw themselves to foam against the rocks. Her feet follows the path worn during long days of worrying and waiting. A gold locket with two photos polished bright by worried hands. The wedding dress worn the day before the ship set sail still catches in the salt air every day as she stands, weeps, and hopes.

Flow My Tears

A mother’s hands are never still. Today they busy themselves knitting a thick jersey the colour of the sea on a winter’s day. A cold day like today when foam washes and blows and cover the rocks like snow. When the mist conceals the great house and the sorrows it holds. A young bride left alone. A mother worrying and pouring every weeping breath and tear into the wool that will keep him safe from cold when he returns. If he returns.

The yarn twists and knots like her mind and her aching heart. A mother’s hands are never still.

Way to Go

The romance of the sea soon made way for fear stretching its tentacles from the depths of the dark crypt that lie wherever they go. Fiery drink do little to sway the cold or the loneliness. He dreams of his bride waiting on the cliffs, guiding the ship safely home. He dreams of his mother sitting in a chair by the windows; her hands as busy as they always are.

Many miles still stretch between him and home. But a figure in white and yarn the colour of the sea pulls him away from the crypt and takes him home. 


Here you can have a listen to the songs:

Alas, you salt sea gods by Farrant



Flow my Tears by John Dowland. Here’s a link to the lyrics of the song.



Way to Go by Thieve and Die Heuwels Fantasties




"Jurassic Landscape" by Tom Eversley

Monday, February 4, 2013

Die soete liefde en dood

Panthea

Die lied “Ah, alas you salt sea gods” (wat ook “Panthea se treurlied” genoem word) is deur Richard Farrant (1530-1580) geskryf. Die weergawe van die lied wat ek ken is die een deur die Rose Consort of Viols en gesing word deur CatherineKing. Naxos het ’n pragtige CD genaamd ElizabethanSongs and Consort Music*. Dit bevat ook William Byrd se meesterlike en hartverskeurende lief “Ye sacred muses”.

“Ah, alas you salt sea gods” is ’n dramatiese lied en John Bryan verduidelik: “[m]any of these dramatic songs take the form of elegies or ‘death songs’, either evoking death as a relief … or railing against the fate like Panthea…” (Naxos CD-boekie, bladsy 2).

Die lied is Panthea se treurlied met die dood van haar man; wat in ’n veldslag gedood is. Na die veldslag vind sy hom naby ’n rivier op die slagveld, geklee in die goue wapenrusting wat sy net voor die slag aan hom gegee het. Dievolledige verhaal van Panthea en Abradad kan hier gelees word. Hieronder is ‘n opname van die lied, met die lirieke daaronder.



Ah, alas, you salt sea gods!**
Ah, alas, you salt sea gods!
Bow down your ears divine.
Lend ladies here warm water springs
To moist their crystal eyne,
That they may weep and wail
And wring their hands with me
For death of lord and husband mine:
Alas, lo, this is he!

You gods that guide the ghosts
And souls of them that fled,
Send sobs, send sighs, send grievous groans,
And strike poor Panthea dead.
Abradad, ah, alas poor Abradad!
My sprite with thine shall lie.
Come death, alas, O death most sweet,
For now I crave to die.

* Katalogus: DDD 8.554284
** Hierdie lirieke is ook beskikbaar in die Naxos CD-boekie of die Choral Wiki-webwerf.

Of Love and Death Most Sweet



Panthea
The song “Ah, alas you salt sea gods” (also called “Panthea’s Lament”) was written by Richard Farrant (1530-1580). The version of the song I know is that of the Rose Consort of Viols, sung by Catherine King. Naxos has a wonderful CD called Elizabethan Songs and ConsortMusic*. It also contains William Byrd’s masterful and heartbreaking song “Ye sacred muses”. 

“Ah, alas you salt sea gods” is a dramatic song and John Bryan notes: “[m]any of these dramatic songs take the form of elegies or ‘death songs’, either evoking death as a relief … or railing against the fate like Panthea…” (NaxosCD booklet, page 2).

The song is the lament of Panthea at the death of her husband who was slain in battle. After the battle she finds him on the battlefield near a river in the golden armour she had given to him just before the battle. Cradling his mutilated body in her lap, she cries and laments at his death. The complete story of Panthea and Abradad can be read over here. Below is a recording of the song, with the lyrics underneath.



Ah, alas, you salt sea gods!**
Ah, alas, you salt sea gods!
Bow down your ears divine.
Lend ladies here warm water springs
To moist their crystal eyne,
That they may weep and wail
And wring their hands with me
For death of lord and husband mine:
Alas, lo, this is he!

You gods that guide the ghosts
And souls of them that fled,
Send sobs, send sighs, send grievous groans,
And strike poor Panthea dead.
Abradad, ah, alas poor Abradad!
My sprite with thine shall lie.
Come death, alas, O death most sweet,
For now I crave to die.

* Catalogue: DDD 8.554284
** These lyrics can also be found in the Naxos CD booklet or the Choral Wiki webpage.