All Hallows’ Eve
It had been a dreary sort of day beneath low, grey skies of late Autumn; the last day of October - All Hallows’ Eve - Samhain in the old agricultural calendar. The Jackdaw coming in early against a sullen afterglow, fall silent. Leaves rustle beneath my feet, patterning my path; before a gust of wind swirls them around, dumping them in some forgotten corner of the churchyard 1. The clocks already gone back, the past week; the evenings drawing in. It’ll be dark soon ...
colors of the day
© Jane Reichhold 2000.
The wind drops. The hunters (blue) moon shining through thinning cloud brings a distinct chill. Not a night to be out. No trick or treats this year. I hurry past the churchyard; the ancient twisted yews casting spooky shadows across my path. I shiver. Childhood fears not forgotten ...
a barn owl haunts
The calls of the Barn Owl follow me. The single lamp lighting my way splutters and pops as I pass; the candle flickering in the parlour window suddenly snuffed out. Lost in the darkness again ...
- The church, a 19th century grade II listed building is dedicated to St Deinol. It was rebuilt on the site of much older one, and is in an isolated position on a rise above the marshes. It stands in a churchyard and active cemetery surrounded by a roughly coursed rubblestone wall, with just a few cottages nearby. The entrance is guarded by some old yews reputedly some 2000 years or more old.