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2009 Poetry Theme Challenges

#18 Hubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble




Halloween, Samhain, All Halloweds, or the Day of the Dead is rapidly approaching. In some religions it is a hugely important celebration. From children dressing up as vampires and ghouls to carnival-style celebrations for the ancestors there is something to inspire as we say farewell to the summer and greet the chill of winter. So many ideas to tickle the muse. So the challenge is to write on the theme of Halloween, be it spooky ghost tales, magical rituals or a trick or treat, cast your spell of poetry on Tir.

All Hallow's Eve - Inkubus Sukkubus

Now the mist is on the land
before the hoards of the dead we stand
against the cold of the western wind
against the demons of the night

Let us Drink another drink
as we stand here at the brink
Let us dance, and let us feast
every man, woman and beast

On All Hallows Eve once again

On the First day of the year
let us shed another tear
let us all count the cost
and recall what we have lost

Let us kiss and have some fun
for we know whats done is done
and those who went before,
are lost forever more
On All Hallows Eve once again
On All Hallows Eve with the dead

Young girls dream of your true love
For he will soon be in your blood
may you see him in the fire
may you have your hearts desire

Young men be brave for the year ahead
Before the end you may well be dead
enjoys yourself while you are young
and think not of whats to come

On All Hallows Eve once again
On All Hallows Eve with the dead

Underneath the moon and stars
Now the sun is in line with mars
We can lose into the night
we can have both dark and light
On All Hallows Eve once again
On All Hallows Eve with the dead

In the love of the goddess, Blessed Samhain


Jem Farmer

Inspirations


Happy quilling

Jem
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Hubble, Bubble, Toil and Trouble
Challenge Replies



Divena Collins

Witches Flight
Witchety Poo

Jem Farmer

Blessed Samhain
Burning Leaves
Just One Kiss
Samhain Drums
Samhain Wish
The Moon She Dances

Ryter Roethicle

Day Of The Dead
Hallows Thoughts
Tarantella

John Willowdown

Tweet-warbler

Nia Wynne

Fractured Life



Divena Collins

The Witches Flight

Turn off the lights, and hide way out of site,
For tonights the night of the witches flight,
Dont let her see you , peep if you dare,
She rides her broom, with raven black hair.
A tall black hat, and a wart on her chin,
In a flowing robe, and a toothless grin,
When the full moon shines, up in the sky
She`s watching you, with her evil eye.

Within her cauldron, she stirs a lotion
A putrid, foul smelling. ritual potion,
For she could cast, the wickedest spell,
And she can damn, your very soul to hell.
If you should meet her, jump over a brook,
She cant cross water by hook or by crook,
So turn off the lights, and get out of sight.
Dont dare fall prey, to the witch tonight.

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Witchety Poo

I shall but tell a strange old tale
Because it`s most certainly true,
An ugly witch, lived in the woods
We kids named her, Witchity Poo,
She was indeed, a most ugly witch
With warts, on a long hooked nose,
And evil was much, too tame a word
For when we saw her, we all froze

Witches trials were drawing near
To us all, it was called Halloween,
But they were not all about fun,
Kids, had to hide from the scene.
We too heard tales, of evil things
Taking place in a clearing near by,
Witches performed magical rites
And Witchity Poo took the prize.

Our mother said, we must stay clear
Of woods, in the months of the fall,
For Witchity Poo will surely revenge,
Casting her magical spells on us all.
We did sneak out, on Halloween night
But we stayed away, from the clearing,
And high in the sky. I`m sure we spied
Witchity, on her broomstick, sneering.



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The Moon, She Dances



In sliver gown she waltzes o'er the sky,
in rhythmic steps upon the autumn breeze,
All Hallow's night when harbringers stop by,
the Moon, she dances where the Pagan sees.
A tribal drum recalls the cadence past,
as ancient souls trip along darker realms,
the witches chant within the circles cast,
before the kiss of dawn shall overwhelm
the legerdemains of the sacred elm.

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Jem Farmer

Blessed Samhain



As darkness draws the sacred veil of night
and autumn wraps her cloak of vibrant leaves
the spirit world is closer to the light
as the dead gather in the autumn's sleeves.
The dark mother in all her glory stands
as autumn's beauty lifts our beating hearts
and like a spear of crimson blood commands
the fading Sun in farewell must depart,
as cold of winter pierces like a dart.

The sun recedes from over land and sea
to dwell in sacred realms of darkest death
and o'er the dreaming river where she be
to feel the gentle kiss of Lileth's breath.
We seek the seed of life within our souls
Demeter's sacred mystery revealed,
to search the kernals where the darkness strolls
to bear the Child of Light, she's now concealed
in autumn's leaves and winter's snow dressed fields.

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Burning Leaves

Tis the season when leaves are burning,
the air, crisp and chilled, leaves me yearning
for the ancient Ones to call out my name
in darkness shout, my spirit churning.

The bonfire burns upon sacred ground,
as kindred souls gather all around,
to the Gods we give our silent prayers
the feast we share where our dreams are found.

We dance to the echoing drum beat,
around, around go our swirling feet,
and wildness of spirit song for Samhain,
where we belong our souls are complete.

The Ones of old stand so very near,
the Veil just beyond the flaming tear,
spirit fingers entwine with mortal kin,
until the early dawn's rays appear.

Cold grey ashes linger in the rain,
and my dark soul lies empty again,
as the season's wheel continues to turn
the Sun Child reborn in Yule's domain.

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Just One Kiss



Underneath the stars and moon,
cast the runic stones tonight,
invoke the ancient spirits
with fires lit for magic rite.

We claver with all lost souls,
and cajole in joyful voice
of fiestas for the dead
the year ahead songs rejoice

As the Sun God bids farewell,
in darkness dwells 'til winter's birth,
and light returns in Yule's fete,
celebrate across the Earth.

The besoms sweep the home free
of malignant deeds and thought
upon the dawn of the year
with no fear we start with naught.

So charge the glass, take a drink,
on the brink of old and new
the dead shall dance for awhile
and Samhain smiles upon you.

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Samhain Drums



The Celtic drums of Samhain keep the beat
, as cauldrons overflow with magic rite,
open the gates for life and death to meet,
and let the Samhain blessings free tonight.
The dying candle flames are burning low,
as witches dance within their circle round,
where autumn's fiery embers brightly glow,
their voices chanting echo magic sound,
and call the powers down to hallowed ground.

So Hecate shall hear the Pagan call,
upon the land in vibrant golden hue,
and turn the season to the autumn's fall
as Annwfn lands return unto our view.
The spirit veil is thin as rites are said
we see the fires alive with sacred flame,
and witches mingle here among the dead.
The winds of time still call aloud her name
until the Samhain drums are ours to tame.

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Samhain Wish



From behind the veil you hold me
until the day I die;
when once again I will tell you
of how love's whispered sigh
can break down the impossible
and keep you in my heart,
whilst my soul sings of moonlight eyes
in works of painted art.

Now the veil is at its thinnest;
will you reach out to me
and gently hold my hand again;
will my eyes once more see
my lady with the moonlight eyes,
who kept dark nights at bay
or do I have to wait still longer
until my dying day?

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The Moon, She Dances



In sliver gown she waltzes o'er the sky,
in rhythmic steps upon the autumn breeze,
All Hallow's night when harbringers stop by,
the Moon, she dances where the Pagan sees.
A tribal drum recalls the cadence past,
as ancient souls trip along darker realms,
the witches chant within the circles cast,
before the kiss of dawn shall overwhelm
the legerdemains of the sacred elm.

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Ryter Roethical

The Day of the Dead



It will soon be my day
When once again
I will be able
To smell the damp grass
As I lay aside the earth
And emerge once again
As I was.

It will soon be my day
When once again
I will be able
To taste wine
And savour the dryness
The fullness of the
Its body.

It will soon be my day
When once again
I will be able
To enjoy a meal
Taste the spices
And the richness
Of meat.

But who needs
Wine, or spices
Served by chefs
Because when it is my day
Once again
I will be able
To taste FLESH.

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Hallows Thoughts



Only in death is a body perfect
No more wrinkles do we detect?
No more corruption of the flesh
With the sod the corpse will mesh
No need of a mirror to inspect
The tomb has become my crèche
Sod and body now blend together
Combined now shall live forever.

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Tarantella



Do you remember Halloween Miranda
Do you remember Halloween
And the Skeletons rattle
And the monsters prattle
Candle lit doorways that led to the crypt
And the creepy crawlies
Wanting to suck your blood
Cause that's all they ever had for food.
And the screaming from drains
Of awakening inhumanes
The realisation of absolute fear
That all happens this time of year.

Do you remember Halloween Miranda
Do you remember Halloween
And the high pitched screams
Of children's nightmare dreams
About huge cockroaches
As midnight encroaches
With bedroom doors that screech open
And the plop, plop, plop
As they skip and hop
Towards you slowly in your bed
The sounds they make echo in your head
Down the stairs to the hall below.

Do you remember Halloween Miranda
Do you remember Halloween
And the laughter
From Mum and Dad
As they walked noisily up the stairs
As if answering all your prayers
No more having a fight
As Daddy turned on the light
And his scratchy chin
As you hung onto him
And then his squeezes
Answered all of your needies.

Apologies to Hilaire Belloc, "Tarantella" 1923

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John Willowdown

Tweet-warbler

Tweet-warbler, Tweet-warbler
singing outside my window
- are you singing for your Lady
or are you singing for your dinner?

Mystery in the trees
and little owls fall to their knees,
hooting reverentially
- soon the Moon will spread her wings
> and all the moon-owls hoot and sing,
staring out from stained glass eyes
forgetting even field-mice pies
to view the palette of Night's skies.

Bats write sonic hieroglyphs
upon the perfumed violet air,
the Nightingale climbs crystal stairs;
in the forest frogs and toads
paint themselves with mud and woad
and swell with song their fat brave hearts.

While humans watch their quizzes and soaps
like traumatized and comatose dopes
the ancient world is slowly waking
and the Faery Host is celebrating,
drinking acorn cups of wine
on moonlit mounds between the pines.

Goblins cartwheel in the hills,
herons stand beneath the moon
and play strange flutes held in their bills
A unicorn is being groomed,
things are stirring in dark tombs
- wizards search for runes and signs,
> eleven minstrels sing in rhyme.

When the News comes on at Ten
Titania rings an Iron Bell,
mermaids cast aside their combs,
sleeping poets stir their bones;
Taliesan lights his pipe
- the North Star is his reading light.
Outside my window Tweet-Warbler
is growing restless,
chirping like an eager meteor
dancing on the moss-gown sill,
tap-tap-tapping with his beak,
plumage now night-black and sleek.
I quickly mount his feathered back
and off we fly between the stars
tra-la tra-la, tra-la tra-la...

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Nia Wynne

Fractured Life

With fractured steps and frozen souls
Those who venture to go out in the night
Are not what they seem at noons day light
For day is not the realm of certain fright.
So the black eyed friend you thought you knew
Became the monster mad from loves first bite
And once he had you, you then wished for flight But ever onward marched the years between, the Halloweens.



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Happy Witch

Happy is the witch in black or white cape
For magic's spelled by good and bad
Are just what keeps her world free from dire scrapes,
So if you see candles glowing a tad
Remember not to cross a black cats path
Unless you're very lucky that she's glad
To walk beside you without any wrath.
Then the witches must be happy, not sad,
That you've never crossed them and made them mad.



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