Wednesday, 9 November 2011

A Samhain's Eve

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


  1. 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.

  2. Awesome thanks for sharing that!! Pictures beautiful!

  3. I can feel the atmosphere, too! Marvelous energy.

  4. Beautiful poem Mel- and stunning photos. Wish I could have been there!

  5. The atmosphere is almost tangible. Lovely Mel. I have spent a lot of time with stones too :-)

  6. Wish I could have been there!

  7. Awesome - 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.

  8. Loved that...I so wanted to be by a fire but could not!

  9. Ygraine Barrow said: A truly wonderful and deeply moving tribute to The Ancient Ones.
    Thank you so much:)

  10. The Ancient Ones live on indeed
    Blessings Be