Samhain Writing Competition




Winning Short Story -  The Birth

Winning Poems are below:-


Sahmain


Leaves have fallen, dark nights are here
mischief making is about, but never fear.
In times of ages gone, Sahmain it was called.
Festive bonfires lit to celebrate the coming
voices calling while others are humming.

Hovered around from the other side
over the fields and towns they glide.
It times of ages gone, Sahmain it was called.
Wisps of smoke, glimpses of form
or the beginnings of a winter storm.

Then come the morn and all is calm
not man or beast has come to harm
It times of ages gone, Sahmain it was called.
Summer has gone and winter is near
a celebration of this time of year.

(by S Carter, Wrexham, Clwyd).

Dawning of Winter

Orange spires dancing toward the sky
no need for any moon lit night
Costumes worn. Headdresses adorn.
Awaiting. A time for the ancestors.
Soon the presence will be felt.
Gathering around the fire in swarms
swaying with agitated anticipation.
But once a year. No other time.
The dawning of winter. It comes.

(Kath Silcott, Birmingham).