Sunday, 23 October 2016

Samhain

To walk through summer’s final veil between the fractures of our worlds as shrouds of autumn mists escape the dawn; now is the time to tread lightly on dew soaked land to merry meet natures guardian hand for she will guide us to a gate, and by her Hazel portal I will wait in stillness of mind. Slowly, anticipation creeps deep within for to feel the door will soon ajar when once again I’ll pause in her tide as she brings your light to my side, to touch my soul… once again to be my guide.

*Tide as in period of time / season.

©Julian Clarke 2016
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  1. brudberg23 October 2016 at 20:44

    Finding the stillness of fall... what wonder... I tend to find the riptide of weather, the tear of the wind.. I envy that peace.

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    1. Julian23 October 2016 at 21:08

      Thank you, Bjorn for your kind thoughts, to find peace in the folds of natures rhythm is a calmimg quest.

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  2. Susan24 October 2016 at 00:27

    I'm fascinated by times when the barrier between here and there is thin and we feel those who came before--we "merry meet natures guardian hand." Yes. A mighty fine glimpse of samhain.

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    1. Julian24 October 2016 at 06:39

      Thank you, Susan for your thoughts, as always much appreciated.

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  3. Wendy Bourke24 October 2016 at 00:29

    What a glorious prose poem - the wordsmithing cascades beautifully ... the effect(sigh): wonderful and soothing. Awesome title, to boot.

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  4. Sherry Blue Sky24 October 2016 at 01:26

    I love those autumn mists "escaping the dawn." Very beautiful work.

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  5. kaykuala24 October 2016 at 09:06

    as she brings your light to my side,
    to touch my soul once again to be my guide.

    They have a way of making it easier and to accord help along the way!

    Hank

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    1. Julian24 October 2016 at 21:36

      Thank you, Hank for your comment an dropping by

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi24 October 2016 at 10:34

    I agree, your prose is absolutely brilliant! Love " dew soaked land to merry meet natures guardian hand for she will guide us to a gate."


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Julian24 October 2016 at 21:35

      Thank yoy, Sanaa and I'm pleased you liked it.

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  7. Richard Fleming24 October 2016 at 12:15

    As one who hails from Ireland, I applaud the use of the word, Samhain, as a title for this poem. Samhain is the major Celtic festival to mark the transition from autumn to winter. There are three other festivals during the Celtic year.The prose poem and its title work really well together.

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    1. Julian24 October 2016 at 21:33

      I really enjoyed writing this one; thank you for your kind thoughts, Richard.

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  8. Mary25 October 2016 at 01:25

    I feel the same as Sherry. Really a creative write.

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