On Samhain' Eve
a fire burned and candles flamed
under a waxing moon in a starlit sky.
Walked a single silent file of druids
thrice around a standing stone
each round a blade of the awen.
Forward then to a ritual home
breasted by elder,rowan and oak
a sacred circle awaited secrets.
Each hooded figure called
across the winds of time
ancestors, gods and fae folk
to bring their speciality
wisdom, history and humour
with old tales now forgotten
of mystery and magic.
The ancient ones live on
alive in their memory
they wander to imbue the land
and through the veil inspire
open minds with gifts.
(Let this then be a tribute!)
©MRL 08-11- 2011
The Samhain Fire
The Standing Stone
Dancing Candlelights
Love the pictures. To say that my husband and I have a fascination with standing stones would be an understatement. Once toured Ireland and that's all we did, visit the stones, both well known and obscure.
ReplyDeleteAwesome thanks for sharing that!! Pictures beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the atmosphere.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the atmosphere, too! Marvelous energy.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Mel- and stunning photos. Wish I could have been there!
ReplyDeleteLove,
Rhiannon
The atmosphere is almost tangible. Lovely Mel. I have spent a lot of time with stones too :-)
ReplyDeleteWish I could have been there!
ReplyDeleteAwesome - we must swap tales of 'stones' one day. This made me long for a land I have never seen - not in this life anyway. I have Celtic ancestry, enough to make me undertake some Druid studies through OBOD a few years ago. But the land I was born in has its own ancient spirits - and they speak to me too.
ReplyDeleteLoved that...I so wanted to be by a fire but could not!
ReplyDeleteYgraine Barrow said: A truly wonderful and deeply moving tribute to The Ancient Ones.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much:)
The Ancient Ones live on indeed
ReplyDeleteBlessings Be