Poem for Brigid
Hail and welcome Brigid
Goddess of the North East
Come Bride
Bless this hearth
With life and light
With milk and mead
With the flame of poetry
Forged in craft and fire
And the soft white light of healing
As the crone washes in the sparkling well
And is reborn anew
Welcome Brigid
Bride of Spring
As you emerge pale and fragile
From dark winter's loam
And sing to us in a quiver of bare branches
And a shiver of sun
Fingering your way between snow clouds and rain
Floating on icy tides
Lady of Swans
Your breath soft as down
Whispers
Flickers
Inspires
Desires
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