Sunday, March 8, 2009

POEM: Brighid's Song

You are the cauldron and it’s hearthstone home
Both water and wellspring from whence it’s drawn
You are seed,
the bloom,
the heavy fruited vine
The hopeful sharpened plow and waiting fallow field
You are the green shaft of grain, the nourishing dark loaf
The Smith’s glowing forge and malleable iron both
A swift pointed arrow and the unknowing mark it seeks
The pen
the unsung words
the terrible white page, still blank
You are the candle and the flame it bravely bears
You are the mirror gazed upon…and the relection I see

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