Poem - Imbolc Request
Feb. 2nd, 2015 11:01 pmFebruary 1st is the Imbolc, a Gaelic festival marking the beginning of spring. It was originally a pagan festival associated with the goddess Brigid, patroness of poetry. The poem “Imbolc Request” is an invocation to Brigid for the qualities attributed to this benefactor of poets.
Imbolc Request
Bonus Poem for Day 032 - 20150202
Brigid, patroness of poetry,
spin my words today,
on your day of feast.
Let them be my alter
at this halfway place between
coming even light and darkness deep.
Brigid guide my words,
so they may be the seeds
of future works yet to be.
Mark them with crosses,
protect me from harm,
distract me from death's long arm.
May my words be a candle
to light another one's sun.
Words to heal, tidings of change.
Plumb the wells of my words,
deep cisterns of my soul,
where your light finds its way.
Blow the journeyman's pipe,
show way to my poetic phrase
through my soul's dark journey.
Comfort me on travels long
for there are seeds to distribute,
and there are poems to write.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
Imbolc Request
Bonus Poem for Day 032 - 20150202
Brigid, patroness of poetry,
spin my words today,
on your day of feast.
Let them be my alter
at this halfway place between
coming even light and darkness deep.
Brigid guide my words,
so they may be the seeds
of future works yet to be.
Mark them with crosses,
protect me from harm,
distract me from death's long arm.
May my words be a candle
to light another one's sun.
Words to heal, tidings of change.
Plumb the wells of my words,
deep cisterns of my soul,
where your light finds its way.
Blow the journeyman's pipe,
show way to my poetic phrase
through my soul's dark journey.
Comfort me on travels long
for there are seeds to distribute,
and there are poems to write.
© 2015. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.