Samhain 2015: Creative writing, The Robin, A Warm Welcome and Samhain
A robin alighted on her mother’s coffin
All eyes were drawn to that bright spot
As the priest’s words drifted
On the chilly January wind
Two robins appeared in the garden
After her father died
Now she talks to every robin she sees
And thinks of those birds
That came before
A warm welcome
With cattle safely stowed in the barn,
John enters the warm kitchen.
The family gathers around the festive, candle-lit table, waiting to begin,
an empty place set for those gone before.
Light from the open door briefly illuminates the yard,
as John calls out to welcome the dead ones in.
Open the door
To mischievous figures
Calling for food and coins
In masks of cloth
Like the linen shrouds
That cover our dead