Happy Halloween 2009!

Well, it's raining here, and has been all week, so I don't know how good trick-or-treating will be this year. Snow would be better, less flooded. Hopefully it warms up & stops raining by tomorrow evening, so the kids can go out and have some fun. Don't get Trick-or-Treaters at my house, we live too far down a dead-end road in the woods with no street lights! So no one comes down here... I don't think I would either! But I wish they did, it would give me an excuse to dress up. Oh well, I seem to have come down with a flu bug over the last few days anyway, so best to sit by the fire and watch the Rocky Horror show and some scary movies all night. Hope everyone who celebrates enjoys themselves. Happy Halloween and Blessed Samhain!


  





Some interesting info on Halloween & Samhain, for those who are interested -
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallowee… | inventors.about.com/od/sstarti… | paganwiccan.about.com/od/samha… | www.ecauldron.net/samhainindex…
paganwiccan.about.com/od/samha… | paganwiccan.about.com/od/samha… | paganwiccan.about.com/od/samha…

Halloween
_{- by Marc Hammond}
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top
And carves out the round stemmed lid,
The hole of which allows the hand to go
In to pull the gooey mess inside, out -
The walls scooped clean with a spoon.
A grim design decided on, that afternoon,
The eyes are the first to go,
Isosceles or trapezoid, the square nose,
The down-turned mouth with three
Hideous teeth and, sometimes,
Round ears. At dusk it's
Lighted, the room behind it dark.
Outside, looking in, it looks like a
Pumpkin, it looks like ripeness
Is all. Kids come, beckoned by
Fingers of shadows on leaf-strewn lawns
To trick or treat. Standing at the open
Door, the sculptor, a warlock, drops
Penny candies into their bags, knowing
The message of winter: only the children,
Pretending to be ghosts, are real.

Samhain Chant
_{- Unknown}
Fire red, summer's dead,
Yet shall it return.
Clear and bright in the night,
Burn, fire, burn!
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire glow, vision show
Of the heart's desire,
When the spell's chanted well
Of the witching fire.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire spark, when nights are dark,
Makes our winter's mirth.
Red leaves fall, earth takes all,
Brings them to rebirth.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.
Fire fair, earth and air,
And the heaven's rain,
And blessed be, and so may we,
At Hallowstide again.
Dance the ring, luck to bring,
When the year's aturning.
Chant the rhyme at Hallowstime,
When the fire's burning.

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Copyright (c) 2009 Stephen Winterflood
Light warmed their pallid faces, the children of skin and bone,
who sat around the lantern of Jack, together but alone.
Their beady eyes all full of woe, at the thought of what would remain,
for what creatures did stir in the darkness, of the hallowed eve’s domain.
A snap here and a creak there, pushed them closer to the light,
as the lantern of Jack grinned at them all, and told the shadows to beware his bite.
They had carved his face from a pumpkin, sneaking all the seconds they could make,
building their Jack to be the best, hoping they had the time it would take.
The machines still echoed in their minds, pistons firing with the blood of steam,
they knew no other life, except this hellish workhouse dream.
And then there were the cries, the anguishes of pain,
the pleading from those not quick enough, to avoid the claws insane.
The grasping hooks of steel, that tore at cloth and flesh,
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