|Autumn in the Forest ~ Pinterest|
“And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.” ~ Hermann Hesse
“People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.” ~ Marcel Proust
There is an indescribable feeling near the end of October that grows loud, so much so that the sounds surrounding it are muted and are dipped in shades of monochrome.
All Hallows Eve is a holiday that is celebrated in several countries on 31st October. The holiday includes activities such as trick or treating, attending costume parties, decorating, carving pumpkins into jack o lanterns, lighting bonfires, apple bobbing and divination games.
What’s interesting is that around the same time on November 1st ‘Dias de los Muertos’ i.e. The Day of the Dead is celebrated in central and southern Mexico. Though the holiday coincides with a Catholic holiday known as All Souls & All Saints Day, indigenous people have combined this their own beliefs.
It’s a way for them to visit with family who have passed on to a better world and give them gifts. In some cultures a skull is a symbol of death as well as rebirth; a different way of looking at death which is what Halloween is all about.
So, for Midweek Motif today, I invite you to write poetry and offer the following two options:
1) Write a poem inspired by ghost stories, popular myths or legends that you might have heard or narrated over the years. Feel free to address what sends chills down your spine.
2) Or, if your muse prefers something different, write a poem about remembrance in the spirit of 'Dias de los Muertos' i.e. The Day of the Dead. Let us honor our loved ones.
Add the direct link to your poem to Mr Linky. Remember to visit others and to comment on their work. I look forward to reading what you all come up with. 🍣
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell, —this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.
by Vanessa Angelica Villarreal
Yesterday, the final petal curled its soft lure into bone.
The flowerhead shed clean, I gathered up your spine
and built you on a dark day. You are still missing
some parts. Each morning, I curl red psalms into the shells
in your chest. I have buried each slow light: cardinal’s yolk, live seawater,
my trenza, a piece of my son’s umbilical cord, and still you don’t return.
A failure fragrant as magic. Ascend the spirit into the design.
My particular chiron: the record that your perfect feet ever graced
this earth. Homing signal adrift among stars, our tender impossible longing.
What have I made of your sacrifice. This bone: it is myself.
by Louise Gluck
by Louise Gluck
Even now this landscape is assembling.
The hills darken. The oxen
sleep in their blue yoke,
the fields having been
picked clean, the sheaves
bound evenly and piled at the roadside
among cinquefoil, as the toothed moon rises:
This is the barrenness
of harvest or pestilence.
And the wife leaning out the window
with her hand extended, as in payment,
and the seeds
distinct, gold, calling
Come here, little one
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
|Autumn Rain ~ Pinterest|
(Next week Susan's Midweek Motif will be ~ Authenticity)
Welcome to Midweek everyone 💞 Looking forward to your entries!ReplyDelete
Thank you for this Motif, Sanaa. Adding my voice here at Poets United has been rewarding.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Joel! Heading over to read you 💞Delete
A blessed day to all, posting from the library near meReplyDelete
A blessed day to you too, Gillena!💞Delete
Hello Sanna and Poets,ReplyDelete
This was a super prompt, especially considering the time of year!
Have fun, Eileen
Thank you so much, Eileen 😍 so glad you liked it 💞Delete
This prompt definitely appealed to me. Thanks, Sanaa!ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Sherry 💞 heading over to read you!Delete
Great motif, Sanaa! I will come back to post later.ReplyDelete
Looking forward to reading your contribution 💞Delete
That forest pic is amazing.ReplyDelete
I wrote something that's not a traditional spooky story, but this story gives me the chills...
Thank you so much, RedCat 💞 heading over to read you!Delete
I have a dark poem and my second in a week that rhymes..Definitely not my usual. :)ReplyDelete
Loved it!!💞 Thanks for writing to the prompt, Susie 😍Delete
I'm sorry it took me so long to post my poem. I've been writing it on and off for 2 days, but only now decided it wasn't too personal and raw to share. Such a beautiful and giving prompt, Sanaa! What an opportunity! I hope everyone had a good day and looks forward to a great week.ReplyDelete
PS, It will take me a day or so to read all of these beauties.Delete
Loved your poem, Susan!💞 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!Delete
Cool prompt. I wrote something, but can't seem to link it. So it can be found here: othermary.wordpress.com/2019/10/31/difficulties-of-speaking-to-the-dead/ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, Mary 💞 heading over to read you!Delete
Never mind - got it.ReplyDelete
Hello Sanaa- Joining in today. Thanks for a fabulous prompt!ReplyDelete
Yours is a stunning poem, Linda!💞 You took my breath away!😍Delete
Didn't think I'd be able to write anything for this one – death of loved ones being a bit close just now! – but after all, a poem did arrive which may fit the prompt.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much for writing and sharing, Rosemary 💞 *Big hugs*Delete