Samhain

 

Have you felt the poetic beauty and pain linked to love before?

A piece exploring love as both ecstasy and vulnerability. 

The opening image of a bed of red roses entwined with thorns captures the dual nature of passion—beauty intertwined with pain.

 As the lovers cling to each other “while the world drowned and turned to dust,”

Title.

Samhain.

Rosslyn, my love

On the thirty-first

Of October 

In the deep swirling purple well

Where all things are stripped spiritually naked, and made to swim truly 

Vulnerable and bare

Dare you wait for me in its kaleidoscope of dark fuchsia dreams? 

To finally meet you

There

To thrash around outrageously like wonton wild thieves

Deep in that well 

Sensuously drunk on love's so intoxicating dark mead

To drink in deep that mysterious Well's, soul soothing waters

To finally revel and tumble forever, in its velvety intoxicatingly, soul rousing touch

As we embrace each other, rapturously 

And hold hands, that we pray, stay together locked 

Forever

Clutched 

I go now

Guided by the Master of all ceremonies, Morpheus

Strolling in front with his

orange Halloween pumpkin 

To just wait by its purple dyed waters

Waiting for you before I jump in

As time floats by

Watched by his out worldly minions, left-hand Necromancers

So as I wait for your letter and answer,

Just know, we will meet again, for even though yesterday was filled with sorrow 

We still can pray for a better tomorrow 

Starting on the thirty-first

Of October on Samhain

 When you finally realize 

I'll always be Thine

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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