Samhain

a wiccan poem centered on Samhain

Samhain

 

The trees are quiet�"waiting

The air is cold and clear.

Without the moon to guide us

It’s the darkest night of the year.

Ripples break the surface

Of dark waters frosted over

And leaves blanket the frozen earth

A comfort to shoots of green.

A sharp crack shatters the silence

A noise akin to screams�"

Prey tracks Death’s Shadow

Everything is expectant

For anything could happen

Tonight is the night

When the veils grow thin

Transparent�"and then finally inexistent

Until�"

Reborn like a phoenix

Amidst the flowers’ cheering

A ghastly newborn maw

Screams with a child’s hunger

Calls to eternity

To forsake its weaker brethren

And allow this hunger to be satiated

By the blood of the tainted

And all that could be.

Rising from a mist

A haze of powdered bone and ash

A phantasmagoric collection of sorts

That turns the mind like spoiled milk

Rotten and revolting

Disgusting and so very sad

Thrown away and forgotten

Eclipsed by the current “now”.

Real…

But not

As the veil reforms

For dawn has finally arrived

And the nightmares of moments before

Twas only a dream!

… That haunts and dominates happy thoughts

As the forest settles into its morning routine

Birds singing and flowers sighing

Just one more year to go.

 

By: Shayla Sayer

Reviews

[Vanessa Rico]

Dark and powerful...the title is very fitting! Great work!