Cause To Be Heard on Samhain's Eve

Gold cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sat, 29 Oct 2022
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18 comments
 

When night proclaims its vital

force this Samhain's Eve;

we'll walk in silence through

our ancestors graveyard,

where Yew trees stand watch,

demise of emotions filling

senses; as wild drifting ivy

creeps tombstones and walls,

 

sometimes apparitions appear

in shadowy form...emanating

from earth that's filled with

textures, where worms and

insects slither and crawl;

they know souls return

where misty shroud's

unrestrained.

 

Harshness of skin consumed;

past memories clinging where

clegs swarm immorality, and

every coloured leaf found in

Autumn gathers where tree

roots share secrets.

 

We must show respect for the

fallen loved ones that cannot

rest; unsettled spirits carrying

weight – the stillness of bygone

times incomplete, life taken far

too soon; many souls in limbo,

 

only formless soft breath moving

in ardent light's flow is seen by

Rook and Crow...they are both

dark as night detecting chilling

spectral shiver, silhouettes slow

moving; where spiders feel uneasy

brush of air through fine webbing.

 

There's no moral code here;

fear does not rest, ethereal

shadows chant their torment

needing to be heard, as desires

across time become whispers so

seldom heard.

 

Pixabay free image.

Certificate 15
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Graveyards can be very eerie with gusty wind and squelchy decaying lieaves this time of the year, and early darkness, as you well picture, Jenny.

But it's not the restless human dead. Though the physical body die and crumble, the spirit does still live, but not be restless and unsettled, though there are always regrets. But their souls don't haunt the graves, that is just evil spirits' lies and mischief trying to worry us. After death all are waiting for the coming of the end times and meeting the real King. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannnon, it's always good to get another perspective on my poems. I wanted to get across the festival of Samhain more than anything, thinking about those spirits that cannot rest. Appreciate your comment and thank you for reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

It's funny how Yew trees are associated with graveyards but a truism, I think. This time of year is a rare moment where there is a collective effort to connect to the Departed. They are with us always. Enjoyed the ethereal feel of your poem. You have captured the mood perfectly. Paul :) 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

yes you're right about the Yew Tree, it's said that the tree sometimes dates the churchyard itself. I did enjoy writing this poem. Like you it's one of my favourite times of the year, though I wouldn't want to go on a ghost hunt myself, too chilling and you never know what might happen. But I like to light candles and think of loved ones who have passed.  

Glad I could catch the mood for you, and thank you for reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on

This is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please share/retweet if you like it. 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Wow! rjnewlyn, I wasn't expecting gold cherries. Thank you so much for Pick Of The Day which I will treasure, it was a wonderful surprise. Glad you liked my spooky poem. 

Many thanks again.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Wonderfully spooky and perfect for the season - congratulations Jenny - well deserved golden cherries!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi insert, that's a perfect reaction to my poem... I like "wonderfully spooky." It took me a while to put this poem together, and it was one where I could really let my imagination take me away.

Many thanks for your congrats and for reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

A spectral and morose walk through a graveyard; you’ve captured the essence of Samhain Jenny. The thin veil between life and afterlife is threaded throughout your Poe like poem ; and so apropos to the Season; well done.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Penny,

I'm honoured you would associate this poem with the great Poe, he was a genius and I so admire his writing. I spent many a happy hour writing and rewritng this poem, so I'm glad it worked for you and thank you so much for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

What a start, the idea that night has a "vital force"! And you continue this sense of movement with "wild drifting ivy" and even the earth is "filled with textures, where worms and insects slither and crawl" and the space between "where spiders feel uneasy brush of air through fine webbing." And there is no peace in the mind, either, because "There's no moral code here; fear does not rest"

very very unsettling read, perfect

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

It was fun walking through and capturing the atmosphere of a haunted graveyard...if only in my imagination.wink I think it would be too spooky to actually participate in a real ghost hunt, all those sudden shivers would be too chilling.surprise 

I always appreciate your detailed comments, they always let me know you get what I'm trying to convey on this night, which is the best part about writing poetry.

Thank you so much.

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Very well done, Jenny. Congratulations on the P.O.D.

Luigi xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Ah! That's so kind of you Luigi. Many thanks for not only reading, but the congrats too which are very much appreciated. It was a wonderful surprise to receive. 

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by celticman on

our ancestors are us. you walk us through them. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

appreciate you stopping by to read and comment.

Many thanks.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

 

This is very interesting and well as being well written. You give a voice to the unhappy dead. 

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for your understanding feedback Jean, it was most appreciated.

Jenny,