The March of the Midges

An impossibly vast carpet of blue melted into the distant horizon, the cloudless sky bleeding almost imperceptibly into the water. From here, the sea appeared everything that was. Coated by a shimmering sheen, the waves had journeyed thousands of unbroken miles to visit the cliff face, which stood quaking at the land’s end. Now glistening, transparent, tranquil water, imbued with the glowing sun, caressed the sore and jagged cliff face, foam tendrils leaving delicate strokes like an enraptured lover. Tingling at the icy touch, loose shingle mounds at the cliff’s base betrayed its inevitable fallibility. The low thunder of their collision echoed a soothing lullaby across the land.

The sun boiled with envy at their closeness. His grasp on the day slipping, he tumbled into a reckless descent, scattering a hazy orange dust, which suspended brilliantly above the water. Transformed, the expansive swathes of grass covering the land like a thick fur shone vividly golden in the resolute light of dying sun. Frustratedly clutching at his domain, arrogantly lashing out and ceding control with mocking scorn, the sun unleashed flashes of bright crimson, ripping across the water and staining the sky with wrathful, lingering violence. Unperturbed, the sea sustained its crashing melody, as fire rained upon the land. Amidst the grass, a perilous whisper crackled with anxiety, snapping through the long stems. Shrieking with urgency, a whistling wind suddenly announced through an immediate explosion of noise, an unwanted arrival.

A creature, clumsily stamping through the helpless blades, greeting the land’s organic undulations with yells of indignant bluster. Boorishly blundering forwards in mighty kicks and heedless stumbling, this creature now arrested the attention of a dormant foe, determined to preserve the sanctity of this precious enclave. A towering, imperialistic beast, uprooting their native slumber. In first a steady trickle, midges surged forth in a rapid flood of collective insect bodies, ensconcing the creature and drenching its clothing in a veritable storm. Wildly beating about, embroiled in conflict with the air itself, the creature fell into the grass. Still materialising, these drones soundlessly nestled upon fabric and skin alike. Wailing with unrepenting ire, the creature pitifully succumbed to the inevitable onslaught, hurriedly slinking back in retreat, leaving in its wake an ugly scar of matted, crushed grass.

Under a sky newly painted deep purple, the midges renewed their faithful guard. Though vanishing from this plane of existence, they lurked below the still air. As the moon arose in her vacant beauty, she wept in solemn vigil for the tarnished land, droplets of her soul pouring over the grass and transforming it an ethereal white. Clustering together, peering through gaps, the blades of grass nervously watched their fallen comrades, trampled into the soil. Slowly, inexorably, in desperate, fleeting bursts of will, each blade rose, cheered by the wind and the sea. Only the moon remained silent, though smiled inwardly. For within her depths, behind an impassive façade, curled the entire history of the world, cosy and tamed. It would always live on.


Thanks for reading! I wrote this story last summer, inspired by my wild camping adventure in the Outer Hebrides. In many areas the midges proved fierce, though it was actually more a problem on the mainland. My intention here was to keep it short and poetic, capturing the natural beauty of the untamed wilderness that persists. This post also appeared on Tales from a Tent.

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    1. I’m so glad you enjoyed it – the Jazz sounds like a fantastic addition! The landscape made for brilliant inspiration, the Outer Hebrides are worth exploring

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  1. What a peaceful and eloquently written piece of work – reminds me of previous camping trips, but this sounds so much more beautiful!

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  2. This was so beautifully descriptive and evoked such strong visions in my mind of the place, even sounds and at one point; smells! Wonderful!

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    1. I’m glad you found it so powerful! The beauty of the landscape contributed to how vividly I could recall it, I’m just glad I could convey some sense of how impressive it was. Thanks for reading

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  3. “For within her depths, behind an impassive façade, curled the entire history of the world, cosy and tamed.”
    Places that move me to words are places that are indeed special. I love my mountain glens and even the swamps, so it is a real treat to explore your land and world in this lovely piece of prose!

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