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They Come Back Through
a psalm for Samhain
They come back through on Halloween…
The line between the living and the dead
is frailest come evensong, when light is seen
to die beyond the farms, and bread
is broken one last time before the winter sheen
outspreads across the roof of each homestead.
They come back through on Halloween,
the sailors lost when campfires
became confused with lighthouses,
the children dead by violence,
the battle-scared and lost, all echoes of whence
we go when forced to cross the line between.
They come back through on Halloween,
unconscious of the now, but not always unseen.
They come back through on Halloween…
The line between the living and the dead
is frailest come evensong, when light is seen
to die beyond the farms, and bread
is broken one last time before the winter sheen
outspreads across the roof of each homestead.
They come back through on Halloween,
the sailors lost when campfires
became confused with lighthouses,
the children dead by violence,
the battle-scared and lost, all echoes of whence
we go when forced to cross the line between.
They come back through on Halloween,
unconscious of the now, but not always unseen.
Published 21st Oct 2024
Author's Note
The Halloween decor pictured is mine. Happy Halloween, spirit guides and ghouls!
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Very cool. Where's the spider or cat? To help the spirits come through. lol
22nd Oct 2024 11:12pm
