Imbolc
Brigid whispers softly through chill tar night
Gossamer herald, prophetic promise,
Guardian of spring and Heaul’s healing
Festival fires spark, shadows dance
Snow petals kiss bare earth with icy touch
Disturbed ducks fluster, skimming chill water.
Raven’s craw, clack-chatter in bare roosts
Stalactite cloths cling to hedgerow
Ancient longing fills the stooping spinster
Building hope in her hearth for miracles
Forging the poetry of omens
Maidens honour the straw bride’s bed
Heavy breasted ewes cry to cloud streaked stars
Sprinkled twigs snap as the goddess passes
Her lonely vigil meets dawn’s bleeding
Smoored embers await Brigid’s step
The light bringer’s birch wand protects the chosen
Swollen full moon lights tomorrow’s harsh path
Portents in Brigantii sacred grove
Bridal feast sustain and heal us
2009
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