Imbolc

[poliphilo]

IMBOLC

And if you leave your fire banked up
And your kitchen clean and your table scrubbed
And your plates and cups all neat on your dresser
Then maybe Holy Bridget will come
All unseen on this night of nights
And trail her beggarly rags to your hearth
And stretch her hands to your fire for its blessing
And stretch out her hands and bless your house.

Comments

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I love the rumbly rollicking rhythm of this.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

I was going to cheat and post a poem from the archive, but when I looked at it, it no longer spoke for me, so I set to and rustled up this instead.