All Hallows Eve

by Cari on 10/31/2016

in Wheel of the Year,Writing

Hallowmas altar


Dear ones
Your mute voices clamor in my ear
Thin fingers pluck at my hem
Your dry tears clot my throat
I bear your unquiet loss.

I light the candles
I call the directions
I bring the flowers
I keep the faith, the waste, the plaint
I give the breath, the blood, the bone

It is for me to write
Your untold stories
But the ink runs out
I write words with air.
I carry you and I lay you down

You are dust now
Shades that flicker behind my eyes
This body has its own riddle to solve
Rest you now. Rest.

In the dim light, at the dark moon
I tarry at the crossroads
Wrap my holy heat close
And dance in all the worlds

- Cari Ferraro


{ 5 comments… read them below or add one }

Julie October 31, 2016 at 11:46 pm

I love this poem, Cari. It is so peaceful. I always feel privileged to know you.

Cari October 31, 2016 at 11:57 pm

Thank you dear friend.

Laurie Doctor November 1, 2016 at 6:01 am

Lovely to hear and see your poem here Cari, thank you. I love the way you carry us, and have us pause, in relation to the celestial movements and the seasons.

Cari November 1, 2016 at 8:12 am

Thank you, Laurie. The poems seem to arrive with the turning of the Wheel, sometimes. Then I feel “the wave in the mind” as Virginia Woolf called it, which “(apparently has nothing to do with words) and then, as it breaks and tumbles in the mind, it makes words to fit it.”

Carol Pallesen November 2, 2016 at 3:31 pm


As always, lovely words from a lovely lady.

Happy upcoming Thanksgiving,
with love, Carol

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