.
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin.
The other side is closer
So fears well from within.
.
Harold was out driving
Along a country lane
The fog was rolling thickly
The moon was on the wane
A crash rang through the forest
As a tree fell on the road
Harold’s heart was pounding
He looked for an abode
There off in the distance
He saw a flickering light
He headed off toward it
While pushing down his fright
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin
The other side is closer
So fear wells from within
.
The walk went on forever
Though it hadn’t seemed that far
Was the light moving also?
Soon he lost sight of his car.
A crunching noise behind him
Made him jump in fear
A huffling breath was panting
The thing was very near.
Harold’s scream rang wildly
As something hit his knees
He fell stumbling forward
Face first on moldering leaves
He fought to look around him
But something held him fast
A voice cackled out of darkness
He feared a die’d been cast
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin
The other side is closer
So fear wells from within
.
‘It’s just a very friendly dog’
Harold repeated to himself
‘Nothing is eating at
My continental shelf.’
He waited for the owner
Of the dog? or wolf? or bear?
Wondering whether he would
Survive to get back there
To find that flickering light
He could make out through the haze
As the something kept on chomping
He then heard through his daze.
“Oi, looky at what I’ve found!”
“Girls see what Blackie’s got!
“A quite live man is lying here
“He’s not yet filled with rot!”
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin.
The other side is closer
So fears well from within.
.
The voice sent shivers through him
As she hauled her Blackie off
“That’s not much man,” another voice
Behind him sniffed and scoffed.
“He’s man enough for what we want,”
The first voice did insist
She hauled him up and leaned in close
Her lips pursed for a kiss.
Harold pulled back in horror
As he gazed at her face
She’d said he wasn’t rotten yet
For her t’was not the case.
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin
The other side is closer
So fear wells from within
.
The cackling hag shook him hard
And turned Harold around
She marched him to the light
As he tripped o’er stony ground.
Although he didn’t tumble
His heart thudded in his chest
And even when he faltered
She didn’t let him rest
“Hurry up you man,” she muttered
As he tried not to fall flat
“We’re almost to your destiny,
Are you prepared for that?”
He wasn’t and he gasped a bit
His heart, it gave a flutter,
“Please don’t kill me,” he begged her
With a pathetic stutter.
She laughed, and others joined in
Hags circled all around
The flickering bonfire crackled
He quivered at the sound.
The beast that followed snuffling
Was sniffing at his feet
And Harold whimpered softly
As he was pushed onto his seat.
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin.
The other side is closer
So fears well from within.
.
He finally saw the creature
That had munched him without care
It was huge with yellowed fangs
It wasn’t dog or wolf or bear.
Harold trembled as he realized
That it was not a beast
But a mangled, damaged human
Looking like Harold’d be a feast
Harold shivered once again
And gazed back to the hags
Who cackled as they stared back
And waved their filthy rags.
“Oh Harry, we are glad you’re here
We need your soul, you see.
The potion that brings back our youth
Requires ingredients three.”
Another hag joined in at that
and added solemnly
We need an arm, a leg” she winked
“And something more manly.”
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin.
The other side is closer
So fears well from within.
.
“When you have sacrificed your parts
You’ll see before your eyes
We’ll all become the beauties
For whom you’ll willingly die.
“Of course, just like in everyday
To hold a gorgeous girl
You’ll have sacrificed your manhood
By giving her a whirl!”
“You can pick whichever one of us
You’ll take home to your mom,
They’ll think you’ve hit the jackpot
And you’re having lots of fun.
“Of course, we’ll know the truth of it
That you can’t quite perform
But you can pretend all you like
And we’ll snuggle and be warm.”
Her coquettish gleam through hollow eyes
Made Harold feel quite squeamish
He didn’t need a trophy wife
He pondered how to vanish.
Then through the woods a booming call
Made Harold feel relief
The girl he loved had felt his fear
And was thundering through the trees.
The hags all scattered shrieking
As Harold’s wife came near,
“It’s time to go to hospital,
The baby’s coming, dear!”
.
This is the time of year
They say the veil is thin
The other side is closer
So fears well from within.

This poem is part of Jingle Poetry’s Monday Potluck:
Hallowe’en / Trick or Treat theme
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
Gratia gratiam parit November 9, 2010
Tags: Grace Awakening, gratia, latin proverbs
I discovered a fascinating Latin Proverbs blog today:
http://audiolatinproverbs.blogspot.com
The proverb that drew me to the site was Gratia gratiam parit. It is a rather profound proverb, because gratia has so many diverse meanings. Consider that favour, esteem, regard, liking, love, friendship,agreeableness, pleasantness, charm, beauty, grace, loveliness, courtesy, service, blessing, obligation, gratitude return, requital and acknowledgment are all components of gratia.
In this proverb grace is both the subject (gratia) and the object (gratiam). Parit is the verb which means birth. Think of it as creating, making, causing something to be.
I’m no Latin scholar, but the brilliance seems pretty clear. Look at this list of definitions. Now mix and match:
Favour
Esteem
Regard
Liking
Love
friendship
agreeableness
pleasantness
charm
beauty
grace
loveliness
courtesy
service
obligation
blessing
gratitude
giving back
requital
acknowledgment
Esteem
Regard
Liking
Love
friendship
agreeableness
pleasantness
charm
beauty
grace
loveliness
courtesy
service
obligation
blessing
gratitude
giving back
requital
acknowledgment
It’s kind of profound, isn’t it? What you put out, is what you get back, in all sorts of permutations. Think of what it means in the context of the theme of Grace Awakening. Grace herself is awakening to her birthright, Grace is creating Grace (and the 3 Graces create Grace, as well). Fascinating stuff.
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