We stand around the weeping willow and sing the ancient chants.
Hoping that his journey is a safe one, beneath the earth and so far from the Mother.
Gems surround him there, twinkling like the eyes of Our Lady always watching.
This is where he must stay for the long months to come. Bringing back with him the spring and the cornicopia of life that we all must take from.
The frozen tears of the Mother fall to the earth as snow and take from the trees their verdent leaves.
All except the willow's brush and the switches of the evergreens.
The markers of his grave.
But all is not sorrow in winter;
the Father becomes the Son, lying in the dark womb of Our Lady and waiting for the day he will burst forth again.
"Horned One;
Lover, Son
Keeper of the corn.
Deep in the Mother,
die and be reborn.
Die and Be Reborn!"
Author notes
I wrote for the fall, one of my favorite times of year.
A contest entry
- Samhain by opaqueangel.
525 points, ended October 31, 2007, 7 entries
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Comments
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this as a real Wicca feel, a pagan type calling on the season. one the makers a lot of sense but strangely we haven't seen much of... well done coming from a different angle
Cyber Artist
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Nice but you made a minor itty-bitty booboo....
SuRROUND not sorround -
Great spiritual write. Good luck in the contest
Happy Samhain for then.
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Excelent!!! Very well writen! I enjoyed reading this greatly! What great imagery and whta beautiful words! Very well done and good luck in the contest!
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