Samhain

Samhain, All Souls, Saints and All Hallow's Eve

At this liminal time of the year when the veils between the worlds thin,

Portals open and visitation begins'

We give time to wonder about the afterlife,

Send love to our beloveds,

Give homage to our ancestors,

Become wary of the tricksters,

Ask help from the Spirit World to guide us through the dark days ahead.

It is the hours of magic. 

Little people,

Fairies, elves, sidhe...

Most cultures have stories

in commonality;

That represent the spirit world;

Small ones that are intermediaries

of parallel existences

Largely unseen.

Except at certain spectral times

When the veil thins and

And one might perceive...

The other side;

As in ancient lore

Earthly folk are enticed

Into a paradise,

Peopled by the most beautiful shining ones.

Queen Mab might longing for a handsome lad.

It could be a reward or a trick,

For there is a mischevious kind.

Some do not want to be seen, ever

By the rather large, inelegant humans

That are all too curious

To see the winged, tiny creatures.

Butterflies remind us of

Tales older than time’s memory

When the magical

was reality.

T.Truesdale copyright 2012