This poem was written in devotion to the Goddess Brighid and celebration of Her energies at the Turning of the Wheel- Imbolc.
Metal flashes and is plunged deep
into Fires from a forge
Of great darkness.
Red flame and
Wisps of cauterized
Flesh that are carried
Upwards towards
Focused release.
Emerald green eyes
Open and healing
Tears drain from
A fire filled gaze that
Cuts clean through.
The Goddess has
Awakened and
Her sword deftly
And swiftly plunges
Through its mark.
All pain and suffering
Drain from wounds
That have festered
And sapped life
From blood’s purpose.
The mark of her cross etched
Into every cell, deepening
Into its very core.
Four points of light
Gathered together
As renewal begins.
Goddess’ arms
Open in flaming embrace
And the mind touch of
Inspiration heals and soothes
my transmuted form.
All Hail to the precision of
Brighid’s Healing sword.
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