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Rosewood Apothecary
Rosewood Apothecary
Oct 31, 2022 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Samhain

Thus passing through the mist
Upon the western sea
The shore of this elusive land
Apparent now to me

Apple and its silver branch
Delivered to my hand
Maiden delicate and fair
My guide in this strange land

Otherworldly joy
everlasting youth
Undying summer pastures
Where every hurt is soothed

But here, now is forever
Seldom few return
Yet when the portals open
The threshold fires burn

A night of liminality
Through barrow, over fen
I feast with all my progeny
Upon this dark Samhain

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Upon this sacred night I remember

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: U.S.A., USA

Favorite Poets: Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman. I’m enamored by the work of lyricists such as Robert Hunter, John Barlow, John Dyer Baizley, and Tom Marshall just to name a handful.

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Comments

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 years 8 months ago

my favorite holiday...

ah, but I bet you already knew that, lol. seriously though, a beautifully felt and written piece that is reverent and from the heart and spirit. lovely thoughts. I would expect nothing less from you ;) kudos!

* hugs and love, Cat

Rosewood Apothecary

Rosewood Apothecary

2 years 8 months ago

Thank you.

So nice to hear from you on this. With everything so inauthentic I like to try and keep it real.

Thanks,
Tim

P.S. how is everything over there?

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 years 8 months ago

everything...

is /was frantic yesterday afternoon. Steven lost a lot of blood after the surgical removal of a baseball sized cyst. he was at home and bleeding profusely. I patched him up with a big stack of those large gauze pads and paper towels. he had a bleeder vein and the surgeon sutured the vein. he is okay, but lost a load of blood. thanks for asking. my bruises are starting to heal, but still throb.
I loved this poem...read it to Steven, he liked it.

*hugs, Cat