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All Hallow’s Eve: Poetry of Rattlin’ Chains, Ghouls, Vampires, Bats, Witch’s Brew© Thadine Franciszkiewicz Halloween: Slates back to the days when the Druids, the Celtic priests, honored the passing of season of the sun and marked their New Year. Poet Robert Burns writes: HALLOWEEN Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly coursers prance; Or for Colean the route is ta'en, Beneath the moon's pale beams; There, up the cove, to stray and rove, Among the rocks and streams To sport that night. Among the bonny winding banks, Where Doon rins, wimplin' clear, Where Bruce ance ruled the martial ranks, And shook his Carrick spear, Some merry, friendly, country-folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, and pou their stocks, And haud their Halloween Fu' blithe that night. The lasses feat, and cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they're fine; Their faces blithe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, and warm, and kin'; The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs, Weel knotted on their garten, Some unco blate, and some wi' gabs, Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' Whiles fast at night. To read the entire Hallowed poem, click: http://www.djmcadam.com/halloween.htm Halloween: Next slates in history to when the Romans honored the goddess of fruits and gardens on November 1 called Pomona day. Interestingly, there was a certain lighting of a hollowed turnip that was replaced by the hollowed pumpkin. Imagine Jack the Turnip, instead of Jack O'Lantern! It was that in the ancient days that the Irish would place a piece of burning coal to ward off evil spirits! The jack-o'-lantern chuckled Then winked his funny eye, "I would rather be a pumpkin face Than be inside a pie!" http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/peasoup_... Pumpkins are a curious thing, They don't dance and they don't sing. They don't have hair, they don't meow, They don't look much like a cow. They just sit around all day, Out in the fields among the hay, Sometimes they gather by the stable, Sometimes they end up on the kitchen table. But what brings a pumpkin to full life, Is a guided hand with a carving knife http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/peasoup_... Halloween: Eventually slates then to when the Christians honored the dead known as All Soul's Day. A poem by Theodore Roethke depicts the idea that on Halloween animals such as the bat can be a person's mask! By day the bat is cousin to the mouse. He likes the attic of an aging house. His fingers make a hat about his head. His pulse is so slow we think him dead. He loops in crazy figures half the night. Among the trees that face the corner light. Go To Page: 1 2
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