Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Brigid's Day

Yes, I have already posted something for today. No, this does not mean I am skipping tomorrow.

It's just that this happened across my web-sphere today and I want to participate:

It is time for the 5th Annual Brigid Poetry Festival !!! The lovely Anne Hill came up with this and I wish I had known of it before!

I found out about this over at the Walking in Beauty Blog which is written by a lovely acquaintance of mine (and someone I wish I could somehow spend more time with...read all his stuff if you've a mind to.)

If YOU decide to play along please PLEASE link to it in the comments so I can go read it. (And then everyone else can too!)

So, on this cold, but not too cold Brigid's Day and for the 5th Annual Brigid's Poetry Festival I offer up the following I wrote for an Imbolc ritual some years ago. I love it now as much as I did the day it was put in my head. It's not technically about Brigid, but she is referenced and I'm going to say that counts. :)

An Answer

You have asked and so I come.

Brought forth in darkness
to be the light
the heat of birth
the promise of the future

In the horns of stag under molt
In the leap of salmon under ice
In the hawk’s cry under cold sky
In the new shoots under snow
You have asked, and so I come.

My bride in white awaits
her defense for me to melt
make her mine
and begin again.




“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.”
-Socrates

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