The mystical veil is thin tonight
Twixt this world and yon
Yearly intermingling of the souls
Essences blending effortlessly
Pray for those who’ve gone on
The sheer curtain is drawn back
Granting a brief sight of the formless
These worlds are close if we but knew
Dance tonight to the song of the ages
Samhain!
~
ยฉ Carol Campbell 2015
The Prompt: “It is time for this month’s Flash 55 Challenge. The rules of this prompt have not changed: Write a piece of poetry or prose on a subject of your choice in precisely 55 WORDS…The optional extra prompt today, invites you to write to the theme of Halloween.”
This is a beautiful Write
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Thank you, Deanne!
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Ooh I believe it to be true! ๐
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Yes!
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Beautiful post and the veil is lovely! ๐๐
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Thank you, Michelle!
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I love the language you have used in this poem. It creates a sense of a period piece when such beliefs held sway.
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Thank you!
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I perfect poem for this night.
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Thank you!
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You have captured the feel of this time and what it means perfectly.
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Am grateful for your comment!
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Wonderful to think of the sheer curtain drawn back! k.
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Thank you very much!
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interestingly uplifting.. it is a magical time.
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Thank you!
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Gosh I just love that photo and how your hooded figure gazes at it at the top of the post. Great!
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Very nice comment. Thank you!
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It is felt on more days-and nights, than this.
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I agree. Perhaps time has nothing to do with it.
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accurate write on your subject, I feel the fulfillment reading it.
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Thank you for your visit!
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Indeed “these worlds are close”…
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Stopping by to wish you a Happy Halloween right back. ๐
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Thanks, Magaly!
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this poem is such an elevated poem for this nightly festival. so much more than the rolls of toilet paper that are showered upon the neighborhood grouch’s home and yard, not to mention lighting a bag of dog poo, ringing the doorbell and running away so they have to answer the door and stomp on it. Ah, the transcendental bliss of it all!! Fond memories!! Fond memories!! ;-D
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That’s my kind of celebration for the dead, too โ only, being in the Southern Hemisphere, I have it at a different time of year.
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Thank you for visiting!
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