She walked over stone on grass through thicket and brush in water, snow, flowers and mud.
Her hair grew long, flowing like a river. Tiny silvery fish latching onto each tendril, longing for the open sea.
At night she slept in bushes, caves, beside trees. She dreamt of fire.
She drank from streams, picked heather, lavender, rosemary for healing, exchanged them for bread, kept on walking.
Her hair turned white. Her bones thinned. Her body bent over and her eyes grew weak. Still she kept on moving.
One early morning under a mottled sky she stopped. The moon shone in her body. Light fell on the ground and she knew this was her atchin tan.
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Romani jib (words):The
lungo drom-the long road; Atchin tan-stopping place/home
"The Lungo Drom" was previously published in the Words of the Wild anthology 2018.
Raine Geoghegan, MA is a poet and prose writer of
Romany, Irish and Welsh descent living in the Malvern
Hills, UK. She is a Pushcart Prize, Forward Prize and Best of the Net 2018
nominee. Her work has been published internationally in print and online with: Poetry
Ireland Review; Under the Radar; The Travellers’ Times and
many more. Her first pamphlet, Apple Water:
Povel Panni was launched in December 2018 and previewed
at Ledbury Poetry Festival in July 2018. Her latest pamphlet, they lit
fires: lenti hatch o yog is out now with