In the land of midnight

Painting Edward Simmons


In the land of midnight,
Sand trickles black into an inky sea,
Reflecting the darkness of deep space,
That swallows the light of the stars.
In the land of midnight,
Water runs silent and swift,
Cascading in mists of darkness,
Into chasms, kelp-green, endless as the earth,
Echoing with mer-laughter.

Land of midnight fades,
Dark water, sand sliding,
Furrowed and tressed and tinged with gold,
Slipping through anguished fingers,
For in the land of morning,
Gold, pink, impossibly fierce, sunlit,
That hurts the eye, crackling dry,
Brilliance of diamond dew, exploding flame-hot,
You are not.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

12 thoughts on “In the land of midnight”

  1. Oh what a wonderful line… ‘sand sliding, furrowed and tressed and tinged with gold’! When I grow up I want to be a writer like you!!! 💖

  2. Wonderfully moody, and the second stanza just sings. Those last four lines are so full of sound and movement.

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