I have journeyed in the lands of midnight
Through lonely graveyards and silent squares
Between the wild bonfires and civilized hearths
Around the dusk and beneath the dawn
High noon always far away on the other side of the horizon
Over the lakes and under the mountains
Tiny roots growing down through the dark spaces of a single moment
Touches of the edge of winter and the beginning of summer brushing my shoulders as I wander past
The horses in the fields and the fox in the brush whispering hello at my passing
Time entwining my steps
I see the Cailleach in the distance, just around the corner
Carrying her bundle of firewood
The salmon is in the river under the hazel roots
And still I can’t find what I’m looking for
The springs of Bride bubble in the dwells and the hollers
The mournful bansidhe rides her grey steed along the banks and hills
The pigs snuffle for mushrooms at the gateway to other worlds
My soul keens for once was and for what is now lost here in the land of midnight
The deep mud, the mossy paths all carry my feet along
Sometimes over ice, sometimes over rocks
Feral like a wild thing, no longer tamed by my mother’s teachings
My grandmother knew, saw with her ageless eyes, that thing I seek
Discontent to stay still
Never tied to home and hearth, always yearning for more
So I search the land of midnights for the next best thing
There is beauty in the space in between
Copyright Lauren Elise, November 2019