13 Days of Samhain – Day 13

Thanks to everyone who joined in with the 13 Days of Samhain prompts.  I thoroughly enjoyed reading each and every one! If you missed any, you can catch up by checking out the original prompt post and follow the links / pingbacks in the comments…

Have a blessed Samhain! I’m off to bake a batch of soul cakes…


Spirits start to cross

When The Veil begins to thin

Following the lights

Of carved lanterns and candles

Guiding them safely homewards


Written for: 13 Days of Samhain – Day 13: Thinning of The Veil

Samhain

candle in the dark

It was the worst night of the year.

It was the best.

A time to remember,

When she spent the year

Trying to forget.

*

The good times.

The happiness.

The hard times.

The laughs.

Why did it hurt so,

Recalling the past?

*

“I miss you everyday,”

She whispered,

Tears spilling down her cheek.

“I love you for always.”

A light in the deep.

*

So she lit all her candles

To guide them all home

So for one night of the year

She would not be alone.

*

© Sammi Cox, 2016

Samhain’s Song

Samhain's Song

The sun descends

The moon rises

The Veil thins once more

Samhain’s Star

It’s ghostly song

Echoes at my door

*

The spirits cross

From the Summerlands

Where they’ve passed

This year in sleep

The path shines bright

With candlelight

A yearly vigil

For hearts to keep

*

Though gone to the land of Summer

Where the sun shines rich and strong

They are not once forgotten

As their memory lives on

*

But when time falls out of time

In the space between the years

They rejoin the ones they left behind

Singing Samhain’s Song for all to hear.

Apple Bobbing – A Halloween-Themed Monday Inspiration

apple bobbing

It’s been a while since I posted a Monday Inspiration prompt, but with Halloween just around the corner, this photo of apples floating in the mill race seemed quite apt…

…Looking forward to seeing what you have been inspired to write…

The Thinning of The Veil – A Samhain Short Story

The VeilAnother short story for Sindy’s Spooky Writing Challenge 2014.  My first piece, The Cellars – A Halloween Short Story can be found here.

The Veil thinned each year because She willed it.  It was that simple.  When She no longer wished spirits to cross from one side of it to the other, She would cease it’s thinning.

Her preparations for this year’s Veil crossing had begun with the passing of the Equinox, when Her sister, the Lady of the Heavens, lost her grip on the precarious balance of light and dark she had wrought.  And with that passing, She, the Lady of the Veil, gained in strength.

Each day She watched as the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead changed from hard stone to threads of gossamer, and as they approached the days out of time, the days between the years, it was more akin to wispy, insubstantial smoke.

Her magic was working.  It would not be long now.

Around her She gathered Her people of Spirit, who had spent the days since the last Thinning in the Summerlands, a place of mist, a place of magic, and on occasion, a place of mischief also, for the dead like to interfere in things that don’t concern them just as much as the living.

She knew it was time, knew when her spell had worked, when the Veil was no longer visible, even to her Divine eyes.  Then, and only then, could they cross.

In silence they waited, full of anticipation.

Many would soon be reunited with loved ones, even if it was for only a short time.  An evening spent in the comfort of the hearth and home they had been forced by nature to leave behind was not only something to look forward to, but something to celebrate, for it was on this one night of the year that they could achieve true interaction with the living, whether the individual was attuned to the energies of Spirit or not.

However, there were others present and awaiting the Crossing with darker thoughts on their mind.  Although one could meddle with the living from the Summerlands, one could not really satisfy feelings of vengeance from there.  That too required the thinning of the veil if it was to be done…properly.