Brigid's Bed

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Du Lac
Du Lac
15 Followers

Wading through faded parchments,
Penned by men with dank souls,
Truth searing, falling off the horizon.

Blasphemy, liar, whore!
Head held high, spittle smeared face,
Shrouded hybrid tears, unfettered fears.

Riverbed erodes entrenched in worry,
Listen to the ancient heart:
All life is sacred, one race, one belief.

Fading Briget, ripened ashes,
Brigid embodied, three sisters of fire.
Whistling faith of an enkindled muse.

Keening forlorn human souls,
Christian blindfolds, political bridle,
Bloody fields littered with false beliefs.

Creeping hired mourners,
Waking the Devil’s dogs,
Brigid forges relic restraints.

Converted Saint, Corrupted Goddess?
Mute history, Bardic gospel,
Hearths filled with burning beds.

Haunting mystery, to whom all lay claim,
Swirling orange, red and white,
Tend the sacred flame.

Warrior and child embodied soul,
Naive voice breathes her truth,
Spirit winds, Goddess called.

Wearing a crown of gray hair,
Earned through struggles with denial,
Crone bows now to the maiden.

Ancient cycle, purifying Imbloc,
Terra, humans, civilization, world
Bride returns, Crone to Maiden.

dlt March 11 2005

Du Lac
Du Lac
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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.

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LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
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Such mystical writings, you have no peer.

Although perhaps there is blue;

But in any case, you two manage to increase my Google time

Most every time I read a blue or du piece.

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 18 years ago
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The 'enkindled muse' strikes again.

ty,bd

Syndra LynnSyndra Lynnabout 19 years ago
Another turn of the wheel

The Goddess Bride, Briget, Brigid, returns in Spring bowing to the wise crone as she leaves Her time. Lovely, lovely poem. I gave it a 5 even though you misspelled Imbolc. But why so late? Ostara is nearly upon us!

Bright Blessings

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleabout 19 years ago
mention

Your Poem was mentioned on the thread

"New Poems Reviews"

thanks for the journey

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