The scare of Halloween
pushes me deeper into Samhain—
my sinful creativity
delightfully free from inhibitions.
Now is the time to grin
and embrace all souls—
saints and sinners,
the veiled and the living be remembered.
Your eyes, two hallows,
lit up from within—
teeth jarring,
my lips meant to quiver afright.
Eerie romance,
three nights’ delight—
when worlds lean close
we kiss through candlelight.
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Reading this, I wish I’d written a Beltane poem. Australian followers stay faithful to the seasons rather than the dates. Quite sensible. My garden is full of spring blossom.
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You still can. You’ll appeal to your hemisphere and my own then, for having both sides of the coin in mind, since you already wrote crimes of passion and shadow dancing. While my fire is lit to traverse the dark, yours is lit in celebration of blossoming festivities. Nice.
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How elegantly put.
Thank you for the inspiration, I think I shall attend to a Beltane poem. It’ll be a challenge for me.
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I’m sure it will carry your fire beautifully. Shadow meeting dawn. 😊
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I hope so.
You’re the mistress in these matters. I’m a mere acolyte 😉
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Oh hardly, but thank you. We just tend the same flame differently.❤️🔥
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