With the Celtic new year (or All Hallow’s Eve, or All Saint’s Day, or of course, Samhaim) around the corner–read, a month away–I decided to post a little something to fit the theme.
Happiness dances the streets in a gloried blaze. Rainbows glide with music and
Masked mortals celebrate the Honored guest–La Catrina, Lady Death. Laughter mingles
and flirts as Saints are praised. Past loved ones will return. Grieving can wait.
It blurs. Sound becomes a distant murmur as the main streets disappear. Here,
in the cold, quiet where Candles look like stars, low melancholic voices pray. Here,
in dim light, Altars to memories are built. A smile is faded with age.
Steam contrasts a white-gray in the inky blue-black and slowly the music of
sound gradually crescendos. A tentative bell rings, soon followed by more. Here,
in the City of Skeletons, toys elicit fondness in the living. The Angels play.
Marigolds paint slabbed homes. The elders toast to the once
joy and once loved. Wishes and Paper Stories and Skulls and Dead Man’s Bread
all offerings to the Souls that visit. An annual reunion and a timed promise to reunite.
She watches over with mischievous air. Waiting to extend
bone fingers and journey on. Sincere gratitude lulls the festivities and Respect follows
Her message. It is merely a cycle, a process–but do not despair for life is everywhere.