Fragment 74 /Midsummer /Terce /Wed, 23 Dec 1998
Mae stands on an old footbridge over the river embraced in her own arms, watching a man, attended by a woman, beating oars in a row boat painted red and gold drifting under the bridge. She meanders to the other side of the bridge where she sees the oars guide the boat through the brisk current, sending ripples outwards to both banks. She sees in the couple herself and Jude, and reflects with disgust on her unbridled lust and how consorting with him has caused the nymphs to depart from her spiritual waters, a portent of plague.
/the nymphs want purity/ /before they can heal/ /but you frenzied me/ /now i am worse off than i was before/ /contaminated with some spirit in jude/ /and the nymphs have left me/ /only purifying my waters of that influence will bring them back/ /is this what you wanted/ /where is the healing from this coming plague going to come from/
The sound of pealing of bells coming from a white tower in the distance ahead of her puts a scowl on Mae’s face, their wailing not only reminding her of the call to work, but that it is the church that is suffocating her oak.
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