All Hallows Eve
Monday 1st November 2010 7:44 pm
Glum, doleful moon, alone,
our only witness to such dreadful tragedy,
spies on deadly Scorpius,
chaperone to the winter’s chilling breath,
who, dragging slain Orion’s bloody cloak,
sweeps the crackling bronze crisped leaves,
like autumn’s janitor.
On this night all souls are blessed.
This bloody month, this killing time,
O mischievous night, a fragile armistice
befalls us with our good clean ale and hopper cakes,
astride our blinkered hobbyhorses.
Tonight, all are hallowed.


Graham Sherwood
Tue 2nd Nov 2010 23:03
Many thanks for your comments again Cynthia. Whilst I understand your feelings about the fact that I tend to use more than one adjective frequently, there is often good cause.
For example doleful has been used to convey grief (as in OED) whereas glum represents gloom or torpor.
Similarly the ale is good and clean as October/November was a traditional time for new ale to be made, termed clean as the older brews were thought ropey by the autumn. I hope this explains more clearly.