trick and treat

1 Nov

a ritual night

reveals the loving pruning

of life –

from throngs of children who visited a false castle

to a night at last of only one tricker

(who is one)

who has never had candy

coming to the door

carried in her father’s colorful arms

receiving my full attention

and a bowl of sweet exchange –

all the wonderful death

that has led me to such a quiet night

can be said like this:

that witch is false

must die – also

that which is false

must die

no greater gift could there be

than this assurance –

in a winter garden

there can be no false flower

i’m a true beauty skeleton

a dry and crisping flower pressed

in the book of my life

brown more ravishing than red

until spring returns

wind rustles brittle, tall grass

crows call from trees

as me

11 Responses to “trick and treat”

  1. rosaluma November 1, 2015 at 8:41 am #

    I love how U write.
    Rituals thousand kisses 4 U

  2. Hariod Brawn November 1, 2015 at 12:35 pm #

    Ooh, this is lovely Marga! Wondering which witch watched whilst wondrous words were woven?

    • marga t. November 1, 2015 at 1:58 pm #

      There are just so many, wonderful Hariod; at times it’s hard to say, eh? Here’s a practice for me: who is that who who knows which witch is which? Asking that at the moon, here, until they all go away, eventually 🙂

  3. ~meredith November 1, 2015 at 10:26 pm #

    Oh, how wonderful. So wise, so rare… so ripe.

    • marga t. November 2, 2015 at 9:03 pm #

      You are still here. joy!

  4. Michael November 7, 2015 at 5:20 pm #

    Lovely images, M, that capture the essence of fall. I particularly liked the skeleton of today’s dream, now dry and crisping, captured somewhere in the pages of the great book, as the season withers and consumes another chapter of upstart growth. And the crows say hello. It is too macabre. Was the summer but a dream after all???


    • marga t. November 8, 2015 at 1:59 pm #

      Has the whirling dervish storm center settled for you, M? Such a treat to catch a moment as you reappear. Thought of D this week as I had a pounding head, sister sympathies there!
      There is something so comforting in the direct gaze into the dark sometimes it seems to me. My lowered expectations in winter allow me to sink into comfort, help my eyes see the blackening edges of death as a different sort of beauty, and then the summer, with all its brightness and polish feels almost garish in contrast. I’m a fall. I’m a hot tea, blanket wrapped movie night, listening to the howling wind rattling the windows. Sending you continued ease through the storm! 🙂

      • Michael November 10, 2015 at 1:08 am #

        Thank you, M. I like those hot tea, blanket-wrapped movie nights myself. I’m a little leery of the winter ahead, though, as last year’s snow accumulation about did us in up here. They say it could be more of the same this year, but we’ll see. But yes–! the direct gaze into the darkness… it can be both comforting and powerful. One of the upsides of the winter night is moments when the air is crisp, and our breath dissolves into the penumbra of the houselights behind us, and we look out into the pitch black forest, and time is frozen along with the land…

        And thanks for thinking of D. Some hydration efforts may be helping, but it has been a chronic issue of late…

        Enjoy your evening. Still whirling along here, caught in the current and able to see only as far as the next floating branch or sunken stone…


  5. smilecalm November 7, 2015 at 6:36 pm #

    a sweet
    treat 🙂

    • marga t. November 8, 2015 at 2:00 pm #

      No trick,
      after all.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: