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Imbolc
Feb 4, 2007 14:16:01 GMT -1
Post by Heron on Feb 4, 2007 14:16:01 GMT -1
For Brigid and the silver streams Running deep in the Earth For the kindled fire And the sacred well And the hope she guards through the dearth
Find her in the snow-filled dell Where the old dry leaves lie still, Look for her in the empty woods Where the early shoots are bidden But slowly as the fire grows For her secrets are yet hidden.
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Imbolc
Feb 4, 2007 15:42:17 GMT -1
Post by Craig on Feb 4, 2007 15:42:17 GMT -1
In the morning song I hear her, Laughing by the water, Every time she comes along, She will sing a different song, Which is why I’ve never caught her.
At the sunrise she is near me, Whispering while I’m sleeping, When I get out of my bed, The poems have all fled, Or strangely have no meaning.
Bridey, oh my Bridey! Do you know what you do to me? Thanks for all that you have said, This golden fire in my head, And for singing your song through me.
I am madden by her teasing, Though I find it oh so pleasing, I stumble and I break, Throughout all the songs I make, Yet her allure is unceasing.
Maybe one day she’ll reward me, Near the end of this life’s journey, Let me drink once from her grail, Before my wit and reason fail, And hear her song through clearly.
Bridey, oh my Bridey! Do you know what you do to me? Thanks for all that you have said, The golden fire in my head, And for singing your song through me.
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Imbolc
Feb 4, 2007 17:09:46 GMT -1
Post by jez on Feb 4, 2007 17:09:46 GMT -1
And then there was Andru's version, sung with a completely straight face at a multi-age family gathering in the 70s...
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Written for the second full moon after Yule. --
It is said by the wise that on this date The birds begin to choose their mate... --- And so may we.
The second moon of the waxing year As darkness fades they sing so clear... --- And so may we.
The magpies chatter, two by two And tawny owls say 'me?' 'yes, you!'... --- And so may we.
The blackbirds call and sing to Bride The earth grows warm and wakens seed... --- And so may we.
Down there, where snowdrops stretch their leaves The wrens have fun beneath the trees... --- And so may we.
The tiny goldcrests chirp and flounce Admiring great tits as they bounce... --- And so may we.
And here, canal-side swan and duck Are chased by drakes – and hens all - cluck --- And so may we.
From now till the warmer moon of May The lucky birds can - sing - all day... --- And so may we.
© Andru 1978
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Imbolc
Feb 4, 2007 17:10:46 GMT -1
Post by jez on Feb 4, 2007 17:10:46 GMT -1
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