Creative writings: Samhain 2015; N5 at Turlough, Customs.....
N5 at Turlough
Whitethorn hedges offer up their
last haws in the late October sun.
Grief-screams from a young man’s
roadside shrine, drowned out
by uncaring, incessant traffic’s hum.
His picture set in polished stone,
his name, his age, a verse,
icons of Sacred Heart and Virgin Mary,
large rosaries, all plead remembrance.
Yet, for millennia, weather-ravaged
in the hill-field opposite,
three standing stones survive,
holding silent conversations with
gods worshipped by our ancestors.
And behind that butchered hill,
The Country Life Museum –
listening, watching, in the trees,
placing Past into the future –
where Samhain will be remembered, soon.
Apples with a choice of flavours
from the orchard, set by our grandfather.
Hazelnuts from haystacks snaffled,
basin-ducking and snap-apple.
Then, Halloween was blind man’s buff,
barmbrack and monkey nuts.
Now, bonfires blaze and kids compete
to get the most by trick or treat.
Frankensteins, zombies, witches’ brooms,
adults in custom-made costumes.
Samhain’s a memory for old fools
Cultures merge, Commerce rules.