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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started to write poetry some years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog... COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com}

Wednesday 30 October 2019

HallowFall...


Summer’s outdoor season has reached its end
Autumn’s harvest has been safely gathered in
Dry crops and foods all sheltered and stored
Prepared for winter’s cold and blustery arrival
October’s last few days carry an extra interest
‘T’is the time when shivers lurk around about
Betwixt days of Halloween and All Saint’s Day
When olde Celtic traditions celebrate Samhain
It’s an opportunity for all manner of fairy folk
As goblins and other spirits seek out our souls
Whilst ugly ghouls wail and screech to scare
Daring to trick or treat our mortal response
There’s a sliver of thin light from us to them
To unknown worlds of those who have died
Elders tell stories of age-old mythical folklore
Candles often flicker as we wait in our watch…

Eileen T O’Neill 30/10/2019
https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-million.html

16 comments:

  1. "time when shivers lurk " nicely expressed.
    Ah yes scary time. Thanks for dropping by to read mine

    Much💞love

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  2. You have captured the feelings of this time of year so well. It is definitely a time for candles.

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  3. Most definitely a time for candles and watching. We don't do fireworks at Halloween in this part of the country. Instead we have children knocking on doors and begging for candy. If you have the light on they knock. If you don't, the move along.

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  4. Love this!❤️ Especially resonate with; "There’s a sliver of thin light from us to them. To unknown worlds of those who have died."

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  5. How we wish for those things that hopefully give us a link with our loved ones that have died. However it is the nature of candles to flicker but not to pass messages from the dead.

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  6. "as we wait in our watch…" We stand against the other world, yes. Thank you, Eileen, from someone whose ancestors were among the Celts.

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  7. I love the candles at the end - they cast a wonderful light over the poem

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  8. I love this time of year, and your poem does a wonderful job of capturing the feel of autumn ending, and the death/passing/veil-lifting that goes along with it.

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  9. Haha! Nicely done. You add story to flickering candles. And I love this: "Daring to trick or treat our mortal response."

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  10. Oh, you've got it all! And I particularly like the ending.

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  11. You aptly describe the gateway between warm weather and chill, the harvest and the storing, the living and the deceased. Standing by here with the flickering candles... :)

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  12. This is delightful, Eileen, fast paced but ever mining deeper thoughts. Towards the end I like elders involvement, first hand knowledge of interfacing with the spirit world. I can see the younger watching and hearing in awe with open mouths.
    ..

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  13. Oh, love the mood in this. Watching and waiting for what will appear. I too like the elders being written in. We so need the stories they hold.

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  14. You have made me feel the season, Eileen.

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