Brighid: The White Maiden
The heady scent of reddened apples greets her
As she strolls leisurely into her misted garden.
Shamrocks, heather, and snowdrops,
Follow in her footprints’ wake.
Sparkling drops of light shower down from the greenery,
As she passes by,
Eager to revel in her beauty,
Her splendor,
Her grace.
The red of the morning sun—
Liquid fire—
Feigns to scorch her golden hair.
But alarm does not arise in her breast,
For sunrise encompasses her domain.
Her healing touch sparks life in the surrounding beauty,
While a steel blade forged by her own hand sways on her hip.
Rhymes and images entwine her thoughts,
As Imbolc begins on this morn.
Already she prepares herself for the long day ahead,
For there is no rest to be had for a Goddess,
Especially one as greatly loved as she.
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I love this poem and the picture with it, nice work!
Thank you! I thought the picture was gorgeous when I saw it, and immediately I was like, yep, that’s the one! 😀
Wow, this is an amazing poem, so lovely. Just found your site – hello 🙂
Thank you so much and hello to you as well! 😀
Athena! Goddess of wisdom and warfare. I also think of Apollo her brother when you mention the Sun and her golden hair. Great imagery!
Thanks! I think Brighid is the celtic counterpart of Athena actually, but I don’t think she has a twin brother in the Irish myths, but I could be wrong 😀
Rhymes and images entwine her thoughts…
Wonderful images. Thank you for sharing this!
You’re welcome, and thank you! 😀
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Thank you! 😀
Both image and poem…BEAUTIFUL!
Thank you! 😀
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