A Samhain Story
FOR those not familiar with the term, Samhain (pronounced Sow an ) is the
Celtic new year, October 31st, the last day of autumn, and when winter
begins, the time of year when the barrier between this world and the
others is as thin as it ever gets and can easily be passed through.
IT was a dark and stormy morn, I was heading to the smithy to start the days fire.
The rain heavy, the sky dark, and hung close to the ground.
As I neared my shop I could hear the light tink of a hand hammer followed by the heavy muffled thunp of a well wielded sledge.
Someone was in my shop!
I hurried to the door, and just about broke my nose as I tried to enter 'cause it was still barred for the night.
I hurried past the dark windows to the back door and fumbled with the key to unlock it.
As my hand went to the lock the tapping and pounding got louder and faster.
THE lock finaly opened and as I got the door open there were two taps on the anvil and all noise ceased.
The smell of hot iron hung in the air.
As I looked around the dim shop I couldn't see anyone.
The forge was cold and looked undisturbed, my hammers and tongs were in their racks where I left them.
I was starting to think I'd still been dreaming.
I leaned on the anvil with relief, to, find, it, was hot to the touch!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
J.M. Gerlinsky, Chokecherry Forge,
Wilkie Saskatchewan, Canada