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Offline Karayana

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A Daughters Duty
« on: July 10, 2006, 08:13:02 AM »
This is a poem written about the Celtic tradition in Scotland at Imbolc (February 1st) of inviting Brighid or Saint Brigit into the home. Although this one has a twist at the end. I won't tell what it is as I'm not sure if it is clear or not. Comments would be welcome!

A Daughters Duty.

Spindly, curvaceous, arms reaching high,
Wisping away to the stars in the sky.
Orange robed spark invades shadowy forms,
Is joined in its flickering dance, where it claws
Itís way ever higher over dry horny bark,
Until light at last edges itís way into dark.

A red button nose leans down closer to see,
Itís sister, more cautious and ready to be
The next keeper of flame, the heart of the home,
Her lips move, invoking, with poetic tone,
The spirit of Brighid she seeks to invite,
In hope that her presence in fire will alight.

With a roar that ensures button nose does retreat
Flames catch the resin, wafting scent oh so sweet,
Light fills up the home at Imbolc once more
And shadows sink quietly under the door.
Smiles, laughter, relief, bring warm tears afresh,
Motherís memory sung softly all eyes turning west.

"Boredom is the greatest enemy of both reader and writer."
Sol Stein.

Offline "lorraineofkeli"

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Re: A Daughters Duty
« Reply #1 on: July 10, 2006, 03:21:46 PM »
I don't know anything about this Celtic tradition, but I loved this poem. Beautiful flow and wording. Really gives you a 'traditional' type of warmth inside. Great style.