The Gap in the Curtain

I pinched the title, but not the contents, of this poem from that wonderful spooky John Buchan book, which even though it has dated in some ways, is still wonderful to re-read. The poem is reflective of the Celtic festival of Samhain which passed earlier this week, and also uses a well-known hymn as the basis for its rhythmic schema.

The Gap in the Curtain

The veil so invisible
Known to the wise
In dark inaccessible
Hid from our eyes
But there ever glorious,
The parting of ways
Death comes, so victorious
The banshee we praise.

Dark wine is for tasting
The grail of the night
Drink deep, never wasting
It opens our sight
We can see the grey mountains
The borders above
And drink deep of such fountains
In mourning, we love.

The Cailleach in her glory
The goddess of night
Come let us adore thee
And open our sight
The veil we would render
And help us to see
The gap in the curtain
Where hideth does she