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by Hazel (Dancing Rivers) Phillips-Dube Oct 25, 2021 category : Special events / other poems
Cinnamon swirls like Smokey tendrils Spiralling ' round the cauldron. Red as bleeding hearts, the wine Bubbles and boils in song.. Pumpkins peak at you and me As ghosts and gaols we dance Round the Samhain fire we prance Like fairies and frogs in summer heat The logs they hiss their magic chants The lights they twinkle and beam For veils have fallen Wine is a-pourin This blessed Samhain eve' Come witches and wizards Spiders and lizards The ghosts and ghaols await The blood of the gluwein So sweet and so pleasant Runs inside our veins If you perchance Should see our dance Come sip the mead of olde For bright are the hearts And gay are the minds Of those whose stories this eve are told For Samhain's the day We dance and we play Celebrating the way Paved for us today By elders and mothers Sisters and brothers Those who walked this earth Years long gone they sang their songs This eve we sing along.