Samhain

Sharing a poem with you on that special night

In a pool of light,

Candle high, head low,

Buried in Shadows.

The Veil ripples

Answering my calling.

Ancestors of my bones

I wear you in the line of my mouth,

the curve of my tights,

the shade of my flesh,

the dim blue eyes.

Ancestors of my strength,

I hold you in my voice.

Women blazing the depth,

Mothers, leaders,

Sisters, lovers.

Ancestors of my kin,

I bear you in my tongue.

How to be strong,

The Passion.

Grumpy, c’est la vie aussi.

I remember former lives,

Skin carved in foreign words.

Burned to ashes.

Carrying other bones

                        strength

                        Kin

Tonight Samhain is cold.

I reach for you all,

Ancestors of my Soul.