The prompt today was to write a spooky poem. I’ve written one titled “A Walk Alone at Night,” and also have included a little poem of mine that will be published this month by the Pagan Writer’s Press – The anthology is titled “Samhain” and the poem is titled Summer’s End, and I think it almost fits the prompt. ^_^ I also think it should be put to music, but I am not that good at writing my own music, unfortunately, much as I love music.
A Walk Alone at Night It starts with an itchy feeling between my shoulder-blades as if someone is watching me. It’s not as if the feeling fades, rather, it grows until the shades and spirits gather thick and so I spin around heart pounding keys in hand and nothing is there. And so I walk on trying not to freak out, telling myself it’s nothing, when it feels so much like something. Summer’s End Samhain is the ending and Beginning of the year. Take stock of our herds and grain And keep our family near. Light the sacred fires, friends, So we may walk between And purify ourselves this night, The night of Hallow’een. Take a flame from the bonfires, And light your hearths with these Set a place for the dead, you know, Our ancestors to please Light the sacred fires, friends, So we may walk between And purify ourselves this night, The night of Hallow’een. So carve the samhnag carefully And put near window panes To keep the wicked dead away And far from earthly ‘mesnes. Light the sacred fires, friends, So we may walk between And purify ourselves this night, The night of Hallow’een. (The samhnag is the carved turnip lantern that, in older days, was placed in the window to ward away evil spirits)