The shroud of night is laid low
A death mask image of the day beneath
Eulogies prayed over the dearly departed
Funeral dirges mournful and despairingWailers earn their wages
Keening sorrowfully for a time well-lived
Never to be emulated
Never to be bestedThe gloaming spreads, darkening, deepening
Voices now raised in praise
A vigil of celebration for the the dying light
Mummers merging with the shadowsBodies swaying to the music of twilight
A parade of fools
Masquerading as spirits
Trumpeting the rising sun.
Linked to The Tenth Daughter of Memory
Thin spiral notebook 
i didn’t know what mummers were until i listened to the music of loreena mckinnet many years ago. your words paint a powerful and vivid image and i sense a celtic ceremony somewhere in here……..really enjoyed this
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Potent and so very visual. -J
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