How did that happen? How has it been seven years since we started doing a Silent Poetry Reading for the Goddess Brigid (patron of poets, healers and midwives) on our blogs?
The answer to this question is generally uninteresting to anyone save the questioner, so I will spare you my thoughts about the passage of time, etc. Suffice to say that it is time to celebrate the return of the light, and the Feast of St. Brigid, with offerings of poetry. For anyone just tuning in, the festival has a Facebook page where anyone can post their poem. It is a lovely way to spend the afternoon, scrolling through all the postings and immersing yourself in the beauty of language.
If you are not on Facebook, feel free to post a poem below in the comments, as I will link to this post on Facebook so people can find your poem. And to start the ball rolling, here is a poem of mine I just found this morning and can’t believe I haven’t posted before now. It is an invocation of the ancestors that I did one year at Samhain, broom in hand. Very effective! Use with caution.
Broom on the moor,
Broom on the floor
The ancestors wait
We open the door
Inside and out
Behind and about
Dust of the ancients,
We call you out!
Out of the past,
out of the ash
Out from the ceiling,
Floor and sash
We trace the sacred steps of old
We stand upon the year’s threshold
Now join us in this dance tonight
As darkness gives to us our sight
Of teeming life in hidden deeps
Come! Be our candle while all else sleeps.