Transcendence
A poem
To where did she journey on that fateful day? Was it her mind that wandered or her soul that went astray? She let herself transcend there, while all looked on in awe, transfixed by what they witnessed, disturbed by what they saw.
Her eyes no longer windows but white veils between two worlds, which did set apart the onlookers and this unearthly girl. One dared to look into them in hope he’d find her there, but all too soon his hope did turn into despair.
Where had she gone? He wondered, and felt the panic rising, then gazed at he who held her, with eyes so much despising. He longed to free her from his grip, as, together, they transgressed, their minds and bodies cleft in twain as if with souls possessed.
How could she trust this man to guide her spirit as it soared? The boy looked on, hopeless, for the girl had him enthralled. When they returned to their bodies, from wherever they had been, the room was silent as a crypt, so shocked by what they’d seen.
The druid relaxed his grip, the girl fell to the floor, she’d seen the gods in all their glory and already longed for more. “She has the gift”, the druid said, then calmly walked away, leaving all to wonder where he took her to that day.
© Melissa Speed 2020
This poem was partly inspired by the chapter Journeying in Giles Kristian’s novel, Lancelot.






