There have been several notes of Thanks issued from the Folk Horror Revial Inner Sanctum over the last few days. I do not need to repeat all individual names but I do need to to echo again the great gratitude to those that made a great year for Folk Horror Revival. There has been difficulties along the way but also a lot of fun, talent, hard work and generosity that has really taken some of us from moments of despair into joy of the creation of something special and sincere. So again Thank You very much, you know who you are or should do.
The year culminated with Winter Ghosts and presented here is a poem written especially for the event by Erin Sorrey. Erin has been a great support to me through the year and FHR journey as well as being a talented element of the Revival itself . Much love, thanks and respect.
Myself (Andy Paciorek), Darren Charles and all the Folk Horror Revival cult wish you all a peaceful, pleasant, prosperous and a somewhat horrifically haunting 2018.
The dark sky meets the dark sea,
Guardians of eternity-
A mystic gateway.
From off the ocean, sweeps a spectral howl.
Spirits lost in fathoms and tides;
Are beckoned by the frosty shore.
Nostalgic for decades gone-
The past where they pained and played.
I hear echos in the waves which I cannot explain,
Drowning exclamations and whispers.
The cold nights lure me here;
Strolling aphotic, empty piers.
I raise my collar to the icy wind-
As the awakened dead, wander cliffs and sand.
Words and Image ~ Erin Sorrey
of frozen rain and tears
the ghosts of winter
still follow in my wake
of the tracks
of my fallen footsteps
a silence of echoes
a stirring of souls
that glitter like yule lights
in charnel grounds
and beneath cathedral peaks
shadows cast by lunar rays
and electric lanterns
like melting snowmen
into white noise