A piece from this time last year. Little Halloween history poem for y’all…
The Marriage of Samhain and Pomona
I stumbled through all that fall foliage
To perform my duty as the last druid
And wed them before the full moon.
Ceremony aside, I aimed to find
A vampyre or witch to lie with
And send up magick sparks
Next to all those escaping bonfires.
Goal in mind, I was rather taken back
When asked to proceed to the bedding
And assist in some manner personal.
Samhain, brute he be
Wrapped me in his crimson arms
And asked this favor of me,
Bed Pomona in place of he.
She was too foreign a taste
A bitter little drink,
not what he wanted in a wife.
For her part, Samhain told me
This was her idea,
She did not want his stains on her robe
Nor the wild in her.
Thrice I declined, and thrice
They pushed and pulled,
Groping hands moving in waves
The moans of our lovemaking
Sent the beasts into a frenzy,
Such divinations I’ve never seen
As when Samhain forced Pomona on me.
They stuck an apple in my mouth
And a spit through my back,
Let a fire take the mattress
What a feast, at the midnight wedding
What beasts, my vampyre and witch
What release, this consumption of my flesh
What an end to the last druid priest.