Waldgeflüster

Donnerstag, 31. Oktober 2013

Samhain Gedicht

Samhain
Red leaves are carried in the salt west wind 
And turn to brown on dry soil. 
The sun is bright still, but not warm
On the last rich gold of scattered fall. 
The great wheel turns, another year 
Old, bright gold with death. 
Bare branches now, the Old Lord's limbs,
Chill wind the Old Lord's breath.
Like dancing leaves on sleeping branches 
The dark tide of memory is stirred. 
The deepest thought-flame now is kindled,
Consuming, the fire in ancient words. 
Samhain, the thin veil opens, fingers 
Reaching through the blackness deep. 
Through the grey cloud wisps, old voices 
Shapes, shifting, slowly creep. 
Mab's red-eyed dogs, howling, wander
Through the fields as soil grows hard 
Searching for uncounted jewels 
The Fairy Queen's forgotten shards 
The last red morsels, undevoured 
Returned to Her who granted birth 
Mab's womb, given up its children, 
Shrivels, cold with the hardened earth.
In meadows that the scythe has tasted 
Now the Samhain fires are high 
The circle dance is weaving, spinning
On graceful foot, on darkened thigh, 
The spiral dance is downward twisted, 
The Horned One's chant, the Welcome Home--
"Home" is on the north wind whispered, 
The Swordless Death Lord takes his throne. 
And to Mab, the Horned One's sister, 
Whose loins have yielded up their spark, 
"Follow" now the north wind whispers, 
Mab, Death Queen, the Timeless Dark.
And in the barren, fruitless meadow, 
Dancing 'round the Samhain fire, 
Her face a flower, her eyes a-tremble,
A young maid spins the ancient spire. 
Chanting home the swordless Horned One,
Like a doe, she leaps the flame. 
In cold Autumn's death, a new beginning, 
In Mab's cold womb, life starts again.
Blessed Be.

(c) by angelfire

Wir fiebern Samhain entgegen
feel the spirit of samhain
Ihr Ahnen seid willkommen! 
Wind, trage unsere Wünsche in andere Welten
Der Morgen danach
feel samhain