Samhain
sends forth fronds from the west.
ripped red-ribbon beacons bekon,
the deathcries of sunlight stripe the sky.
Children are restless in their beds-
lulled to dream-laden sleep by
crispleaf lullabies rattling the ash branches~
the dry-breath whispers of the dead.
Mist lingers heavyheaded,
swathed in mourning shrouds.
Worms retreat deeper down,
delving headfirst from the frost
that creaks and creeps, clasping at life ~
shooting crisp whisps of death
through the last tender-veined shoots.
In the murmering woodland
spirits veil the larches with dewspangled
spiderwebs,
taunting the moon with pearls and opals,
treasures left behind to soothe the wind.
The darkening sky lowers its limbs;
soothing the hills with an indigo touch
and a whispered secret of spring.
this is so intense .. you’ve got sounds heaving and deepening with alliteration and pure sonic boom … plus the visuals … and then, thank goddess, the promise of Light …
i adore
In the woodland spirits
veil the larches with dewspangled
spiderwebs
taunt the moon with pearls and opals,
treasure left behind to soothe the wind.
the utter connectedness and natural magic of everything+life is here in this poem, ebby!
erm .. i may have made a few tweaks there but please ignore unless you want ‘em (i just can’t help myself lol) and be assured i’d love you to suggest alterations to any of mine if you’re moved to do so *grin
the rhythm of this makes me ache … beautifully …
x
I miss you too. If I could screw my head on straight I’d be(e) around a lot more, so I must try harder. This is a beautiful poem and there is a darkness that is so intense, that you can breathe it in and not be afraid. Wonderful.