Samhain

Bruce Officer on Oct 31, 2011

A short poem about the Celtic festival that falls the the end of October.

Dance with me between the fires

As summer dies in fun’ral pyres

Laugh with me, and spite the dark

With this last fling, this final spark

Of joy before the winter’s clasp

Descends with ice and frosty grasp

Now take with me this burning bough

Relight the hearth and disavow

The darkness for another year

For spring will come, that much is clear

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Prakash Vaghela on Oct 31, 2011
nice sharing
Christine Ramsay on Oct 31, 2011
An excellent poem, Bruce. I hadn’t heard of this festival before.
Karen Gross on Oct 31, 2011
That’s a lovely poem, it sounds like a fun holiday. I have only heard of this festival in terms of pagan and occultish practice before.
megamatt09 on Oct 31, 2011
Good and extremely interesting poetry.
Brenda Nelson on Nov 1, 2011
To those that have never heard of Samhain that is because it was given the Christian name of Halloween and is better known by that name, as well it was shortened to one night rather than a few days.
Good poetry Bruce.
Socorro Lawas on Nov 3, 2011
A lightly lilting poem to relax the nerves.Good job, Bruce.
Jenny Heart on Nov 4, 2011
Greart job on this one Bruce!
Jax Maxton on Nov 4, 2011
Very good!
MountainGirl on Nov 6, 2011
Nice poem.
CHIPMUNK on Nov 12, 2011
beautifully expressed
Caryn Belikoff on Dec 15, 2011
Wonderful
vickylass on Apr 20, 2012
Excellent poem! Keep it up!

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