Samhain
Samhain.
the night when
the veil between worlds is the thinnest,
when witches ride
hard across the night,
when the dead surge to rescue the living
from their mire,
when the full moon
calls us to wilderness,
wakes our wolvish sensing to the
fleshy,
rotten,
scat,
of fabrication,
and manipulation.
You may think this locking down
is of your making,
but we who know,
are hibernating.
Waiting.
I curl my tail around me,
warmed
by others
at my back,
breathing in
moist
dark
earth
as we gather energy
and lie beneath the wasteland.
knowing where the chalice lies
and that we will rise to claim it
in the spring.
(Photo: Victoria Macken)
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