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Alexander Averin

Wednesday, 30 October 2013

Samhain








A Spell for Saboteurs


The Hunter’s Moon is never discreet; that
night it was was lofty, sanguine, rather like
my mood.  I joined them after sunset below
the rowan tree; white witches, saboteurs,
moongazing together beneath the moon’s
penumbra. As their spells were cast, their plaited
tresses and the moon shone with a reddish
hue, the brilliance befitting their eclipsed
emotions, the sacred craft of Wicca
no illusion. The only darkening
on our souls were the murderers of  badgers
and other beasts: hare, deer, fox, rabbit, pheasant,
and other such game for evil players,
chasers, slayers, cullers, shooters, all with
a sickening lust for the bloodiest kill.
They sensed my presence, I stayed softly in
the shadows knowing Evil, for once, was
beaten, banished by the light, so that only
goodness prevailed on this night of heightened magic.



Cait O’Connor




4 comments:

Mrs Black the shoppe keeping cat said...

Important words. Much thought. I love your new cover image. Halloween greetings to you. x

Elizabeth Wix said...

Such a splendid tribute to a magic and strange evening.
Love and greetings.

Tommaso Gervasutti said...

I have enjoyed the intensity, frankness, the "eartiness and moonness" of this poem, breathing turf.

Countryside Tales said...

Hi Cait,
I'm not quite sure how I found my way to your blog, I seemed to skip through several other blogs and then realised you also follow Em at Dartmoor Ramblings, so I could have found you from there in the first place! Looking forward to reading more. CT :-)