FESTIVAL SUNDAY

FESTIVAL SUNDAY

A Poem by kublakhan27
"

I seem to have lost the date for this one, which I NEVER do...

"
Evening winds crept up on the air:
silent and assertive predecessor of the dark
sharp enough to pinch, yet not to penetrate
and the cue to be prepared to celebrate.
But for what, they had to choose.

The Unknown Feast has rung their year
and wrung out all the remnants of 
The Feasts of the Unknown -
how it used to be, when the Unknown was a mystery;
when all were organizers.
This year, some have set out to be entertainers.

Evening winds - the final of the year -
have braced the blood for dual celebration.
Two celebrating groups have claimed this night;
one of them may fall.
Yet they're merrymakers all -
latches, for the grey occasion, freed;
tonight for them there is no need.
Doors will be forgotten and hospitable.
There will be no break-ins, only walk-ins
or if their myths have taught them right, float-ins
(The image of the levitating phantom is so tempting).

This is the Purists' party platform.
These are the ones, year after year, standing by the still, laying dead:
the departed. Their departed.
Every year around this time, their doors are left ajar
for those they long to see again, their resting kinsmen from afar.
This festival's for you, they plead; why don't you come visit us?
The overlap of years is a reason for retouching.  Why don't you pop in?

This is the chorus of the Purists,
those who had no name before this year
when the party was for loyalty.
But this is the year of loyalties;
this is the night of a pair of eager merry loyalties.
The Purists free their latches while they batten down the hatches -
a sign of confusion or intemperate faith.

But what about the others' faith,
the ones who stand alone tonight?
They defy a name, as a night cannot be audited.
They can be a union, as they have been unified
by a night they never thought about
until its messenger, the evening winds,
whispered in their ears the circumstances,
the implications of a night that other ones will claim: tonight.
A decision was demanded and the unified ones are the ones
who let the winds uproot them, traverse them to a new anticipation:
diving undead.  The long-awaited Christian cameo.

Not that it's by them been long awaited:
it's only since the evening came that they have waited.
But if this is the night, they're going to be ready,
just like they were ready for their relatives
who lay still, through successive festivals,
the festivals put on for them.
No matter.
Tonight the doors of the unified will be shut and bolted.
Inhospitable.
Their honoured guests can see them from above
(And how can anything be seen by anyone below?).
Time for a change, they say, time for a change.
But not by their accounts even though they bear the message.
The night - this night - is the beacon of change.
This has been the day of The Divine;
this may be the night of The Divine undead.

Is this what took the union from the Purists
and planted in their hearts and minds the seeds of change?
What is The Divine to this unified contingent?
Is it fear?  Is it compromise?
Or is it new hope for a new kind of contact?
They could have been well consolidated with respective causes;
their motives may have varied.
But the whispers of those evening winds
have hoarsly transmuted into howls
and fear has now been swirled and stirred about
mixing in with all the merriment
to forge a kind of heightened Punch-and-Judy atmosphere.

A question hits them all:
two celebrating groups have claimed this night.
What if it becomes a night of celebrating gangs?
The hasty revolution of today has only seen the light so far.
Night is now upon them and they're going to find out if tradition -
the Tory's beast of burden - is a vengeful entity.
The waltz of revolution may be steered off the floor
by a march of retribution.
Parties in a tight space are so often crashed by furor ;
a pair of schmoozing groups and a pair of dancing troupes this time
in a single party's rigid radius.
And these are just the ones confirmed.
Tonight may finally be the night the overdues decide to venture out.

On any other night there could be accommodation
but not on this night.
Someone else had claimed its right long ago:
He and His affiliates, residing in their heavenly recluse.
Their appearance hasn't been confirmed; they were overlooked.
Their day, their night, and they were overlooked!
This is what occurred to some too late,
and this is why tradition will be shunned tonight.
It always was a get-together; now there is a worry that they'll have to get it on.

Who comes out to play tonight?
What kind of crowds intend to surface
in the knowledge of potential raucous?
They can only hope the true festive spirit will prevail now.
No one wants a war on a dance floor
but nobody wants their legends and remembrances forgotten.
Some wish to see the dead, some wish to welcome it.
But not at the expense of a celebration.

The winds that were refreshing now are damned
as the partygoers find themselves longing for the summer,
when the air was calm, and celebration seemed so natural.

© 2012 kublakhan27



Author's Note

kublakhan27
I wrote this when I was still at school, which would likely put it between '99 and '01...whatever year it was, October 31 fell on a Sunday and there was an added bite to the age-old controversies that I can't be bothered to type out (and you probably can't be bothered to read assuming you made it this far haha). In any event, this is merely a youthfully naive attempt at tacking my own mythology onto the day's historical elements, and that's where the motivation for writing this little monster began and ended.

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And so too were the ancient scrolls of the library at Alexandria lost... only to be recovered by time-traveling aliens whose scholars are even now appointing despised graduate students the task of analytical renderings for esteemed and scholarly publications. The social scientists of a collective hive-mind civilization reel at the possibilities while the protectors prime weapons of nominal clarity.

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kublakhan27

4 Years Ago

Well something with a name like that has to be good, so I'll take your word for it LOL
UfoAuthor

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Truly, you MUST be sleepy not to recognize the brain droppings of the illustrious Douglas Adams. Co.. read more
kublakhan27

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Haha Good point, though i haven't read any Adams in a while...I keep planning to but planning was ne.. read more



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And so too were the ancient scrolls of the library at Alexandria lost... only to be recovered by time-traveling aliens whose scholars are even now appointing despised graduate students the task of analytical renderings for esteemed and scholarly publications. The social scientists of a collective hive-mind civilization reel at the possibilities while the protectors prime weapons of nominal clarity.

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kublakhan27

4 Years Ago

Well something with a name like that has to be good, so I'll take your word for it LOL
UfoAuthor

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Truly, you MUST be sleepy not to recognize the brain droppings of the illustrious Douglas Adams. Co.. read more
kublakhan27

4 Years Ago

Haha Good point, though i haven't read any Adams in a while...I keep planning to but planning was ne.. read more
Intrigueing with such thrilling suspence, do enjoy the bit of history mixed with heart throbbing mythology and the underlying context... Looooooonnnng, but so worth it, love the part with twisting word usage---- loyalties. Well penned, vividly written indeed ;)

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kublakhan27

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Haha yeah I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to pull off something of this magnitude again...I'm glad.. read more
Castonovia

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No problem :p
wow...I don't think I've ever read anything like this before definitely a very interesting concept and well written

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kublakhan27

4 Years Ago

Thanks so much :)
Wow amazing write .......long but really interesting

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kublakhan27

4 Years Ago

Thank you, glad you like it^^
This is very long and you succeeded in sustaining a suspenseful yet almost melancholy feel that I wouldn't imagine was easily done. I am impressed, which probably makes my youthful and naive. ;)

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kublakhan27

4 Years Ago

Haha that's okay, I don't even need a phone to do that :P
That_Girl

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Hahaha good to know. ;)
kublakhan27

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;)

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Tags: halloween, hallows, eve, pagans, christians, sunday, party, purists, spirits, tradition, celebration, remembrances, october, evening, winds

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