Breathes in the forest, sweet and deep,
Walking upon the soil, climbing steep
Grounding itself where the trees roam
Amongst the roots that grow in the Grove.
Groves light candles under starry night skies,
He's burning luscious lanterns
Feeling the yellow warmth of firelight
A pumpkin that magically delights
In sending faery blessings.
Leprechauns dance in his joyful mind.
Angelic wings delight in faery flight,
Whilst Scottish fae commence to dance.
This Halloween Pumpkin named Druid guides
Onlookers on the magical path,
Urging them to dream Silver Pixie dreams
That soak in golden gleam.
Forevermore in greenery and dew,
May you be blessed with soft starlight,
With happy and lighthearted folk so bright
In moonlight shining positively tonight!
May your art be inspired by Halloween!
May your Ogham convey dreams acquired
From ancestral memories
As Samhain opens the veil, reveries!
With candles burning and flames whirling,
My beloved Pumpkin is yearning, returning the love!
Samhain approaches, the mist falls low,
Where worlds divide and shadows grow.
The veils grow thin, the stars turn pale,
And whispers ride the autumn gale.
The hearth burns dim, the candles gleam,
Each flicker births another dream.
Through silence deep, the spirits wend,
Old blood, old breath, the ages blend.
From hollowed earth to moonlit skies,
The dead return with ancient eyes.
Their laughter dances through the leaves,
Their sorrow sighs where darkness weaves.
In mortal halls, we feel their tread,
A chill that walks beside the dead.
And in the night’s consuming seam,
All that’s left are screams—
to feed the fright, to wake the dream.
Samhain
ancient Celtic festival
marks end of summer
beginning of winter
Celtics believe spirit of dead walk the earth during Samhain
Celebrates them with costumes, bonfires and dancing
The beginning of Halloween
“Baby, win me a prize at the county fair.”
The smell of funnel cake mingles with the metallic scent of rickety rides. The smoke billowing in the air accents my chills but I still want to be stuck with you at the top of the ferris wheel; It’s trick or treat season, candy is permitted. Sugar highs and sticky lips facing mundane fears; Adrenaline masked by the risk of falling, talking masked by intense screaming, did I give in again? Water gun balloon races, basketballs, and too tall to carry stuffed animals. They all have a feeling of time sensitive anxiety. Bulls and hogs with blue ribbons spooking. Is it a masked ticket vendor or someone stalking the next line breaker?
Beaten horror house,
fiery tilt a whirl spinning;
Wild small town Samhain.
Shy copper lashes,
trees mask for the thinning veil;
Samhain ambiance.
Draw back the curtains at your wake
To welcome in October
And heartily libation take
Lest the old crows find you sober
Invite your fond familiars in
Each cat and rat and magpie
Ignite your jack-o’-lantern grin
And kiss the moon at midnight
Fling far and wide your festive gold
Let no leaf go unvarnished
Stoke hearth and heart against the cold
Lest silver linings tarnish.
Let the monsters out
on this sacred evening
Let us make love
to our Demons
at the midnight bliss
This is our time
This is our circle
May the Witches be blessed
May the word be
clear and known
Rise, my sisters!
It's all hallows EVE!
In the shifting air
the sweet scent of candy corn
candle wax burning
All doors are open
an ancient mystery lives
I bask in its glow
SAMHAIN – All Hallow’s Eve
(Anapestic tetrameter)
As the evening approaches and darkness surrounds,
When orb spiders are weaving to capture their prey,
then, all over the country, a madness abounds,
Where abnormal behavior is out on display.
On the streets of the suburb an army descends,
To amuse their weird bones for a moment of thrill,
With some tricking and treating their friendship extends,
While their costumes portray an unpleasant death chill.
Though the meaning of this day, is lost on these mobs,
An old Gaelic event brings an end to the crop,
Or beginning of winter with sniffles and sobs,
and the feast of All Saints, ill-designed from the top*.
Yet the death that they honor was with them from birth,
Unaware of its presence while living on earth.
3rd place trophy winner
10.21.2022
* Pope Gregory 3rd changed the feast day to 1st November which now incorporates some of the traditions of Samhain.
Left then right into a corn maze
as the Sun flickers on October;
Laughter transforms to screaming
as we spot a scarecrow,
a pipe smoking but it’s not lit;
‘Trick me, treat me.’ he says
‘By all means creep me.
Welcome, this field is not as it seems.
Flashlights on or the spirits will see.
Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain’.
Soon be time for Halloween,
So wear your mask to make them scream.
Pumpkin pie and pumpkin juice,
Trick and treaters on the loose.
Carve your pumpkin big and bright,
To scare away the ghosts tonight.
Be prepared on all saints Eve,
Lock your doors before you leave.
If you scare the ghosts away,
You can celebrate samhain day.
But if you fail your task ahead,
Say your prayers before you go to bed.
26/9/2021
Flame throwing flower held by a scream,
Maniacal laughter, dark fantasy;
Blood on the face of a clown
fresh smile an imprint of a frown;
Nothing is at all what it seems;
Trick me, treat me
by all means, creep me;
Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain.
Thinner the veil,
Older the year.
Between the worlds
Shadows appear,
Straddling the times.
We feel the past
Stamped on our brows.
Nothing will last.
Fields are now bare,
Soon comes the cold.
Kindle the flame
That we may hold
Space for a while,
Honor the dead,
Thank for the harvest,
Offer the bread.
October 30, 2016
Let’s celebrate the thinnest of the veil!
Reunite with long lost family and friends
and take one last chance to make our amends,
on the night the worlds’ barrier is frail.
But when is this magic night to occur?
Some say it’s during Scorpio’s Full Moon
or the sun’s post allows us to commune.
Others claim Halloween causes the blur.
If we could ask the first ones that observed,
they would surely tell us the correct night
to build the bond fires and keep them alight.
How do we ask when the veil is conserved?
The passing of the autumn equinox, and the end of October,
now signal everyone it is the first day in November.
The leaves of the forest are brown, red, and gold.
Trees foretell of the coming of winter’s cold.
A local coven gathers in the early morning moonlight.
They join hands and form a circle in the pre-dawn night.
These witches are here for a most festive reason.
It is the Sabbath of Samhain, the end of harvest season.
Among the witches is my red-haired beauty.
Through a flame’s soft amber light, I can barely see.
With her broom, chalice, book of shadows, and an athame,
she joins the others in calling the spirits by name.
People have the wrong idea. She is not at all bad.
This redhead doll excites me when she is sky-clad.
Although there is an autumn chill in the morning air,
none of the witches feels it, or seems to care.
At the end of the esbat, with the coming of the dawn’s light,
I hope to be spending some time with this red-haired delight.
She fascinates me so much. Everything seems right.
In the daylight or the darkness, she is a wonderful sight.
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