Poems and prose for various contests over the course of the decade. |
The veil between life and death thins Our world, the Faerie world and that of the dead Blend as one. Superstition swells As the night takes on a cloak Of wonder and magic. I wrap myself up and venture out into the dark The wind picks up and scatters the leaves in my path The crunch underfoot is surprisingly hypnotic As I make my way to the graveyard At the end of my street. There I see Cailleach as she comes to strip the trees Her bony fingers quicken the decay So that the old passes away And the new may come to life. I make my way to my family's headstones Touching each as I say hello Their presence washes over me Comforting me as I lay out my freshly baked loaf Then sit among them. This year has been a tempest Full of upheaval and distress I let my mind ponder my own mortality As I thank my ancestors for their kindness and help. When Cailleach passes closer I ask that she take my unwanted aspects with her She nods graciously I smile my gratitude as a lightness Sweeps over me There is a calmness that permeates It is a balm. This year will pass away. Soon it will be blanketed in fresh new snow Life will move forward, But for now in this moment I stop and give thanks. Trials and tribulations have been many And though they have shaped me They have not destroyed me. I stand on the shoulders of my family both human and animal alike I gain strength from their love Here or gone They are my foundation And for this I give Thanks. Lines = 47. Notes ▼ |