Brigid Poetry Blogging
A poem fragment -- because I can't decide if it's done or not...
Brigid In Snow
Brigid stands in the doorway
Broom ready to sweep the snow
The song of the bees a slow hum
Deep, deep in Her bones
Brigid clears the pathway
Singing under Her breath
The song an early gift
From a bard long dead
Brigid draws the well water
And lights the forge fire
Unhurried, deliberate,
Creating poetry in metal
Brigid In Snow
Brigid stands in the doorway
Broom ready to sweep the snow
The song of the bees a slow hum
Deep, deep in Her bones
Brigid clears the pathway
Singing under Her breath
The song an early gift
From a bard long dead
Brigid draws the well water
And lights the forge fire
Unhurried, deliberate,
Creating poetry in metal