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

16 comments:

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

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

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    1. I'm pleased you liked it , Wendy.

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

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  5. 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. Thank you, Hank for your comment an dropping by

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

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

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

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts, Mary.

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