Bríd
With a nod and a smile
this goddess of creativity graciously accepts my offerings
embodied in ten years of hard manual labour
at the canvas face
This goddess of fire demands
that I stand in her perpetual flame
and tell my truth
This goddess of water demands
that I baptise myself in the deep well of my emotional memory
and paint and sculpt my truths
This goddess of poetry
chooses me as a vessel
through which to pour her rhythmic velvet
and with each act of creative midwifery
she reveals more of herself to me
becomes more visible
solid
real
When my mother named me after Saint Brigid
little did she know that she was dedicating her first born
to an ancient goddess of healing, poetry, smithcraft, midwifery, creativity, fire and water
I did not know what I was looking for
that I was longing for her
as I set out on my spiritual quest
When I found her
in Glastonbury
in her chapel
with her wolf in stained glass
milking a cow on the tor
I recognised a kindred spirit
a home coming
and yet
the very last thing I ever expected
was to meet her
to know she is with me
in a room full of my art
graciously accepting my offerings
with a smile and a nod.
Bríd Wyldearth, Imbolc 2011
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Bearing Water for Brigid
Sketches for a water vessel --
bottle and message bob on waves.
Voice of Brigid calls
at the root of desire.
All who hear: Imagine
Rock faces erode
exposed to wind, to grit, to rain
and hail.
Vessel
Designated fixed space
Sacrosanct container
Conveyor through fluid
Separates
Fluidity
Creates place, surface to paint
Amusement
diffusement of emotion
beatitude, foment of dueling farce.
Charismatic gems
harsh edges polished pure
colors
blend in the dark
become enchanting
wish granting.
Enthusing brief infusion
of giddy illusion
glows
just enough to guilefully entice.
Sparkling Neural net
smiles.
Catch that glint, a secret
clue revealing
purpose, meaning.
Temptress,
wild eternal child,
ages' flamboyant fool
Engaging
Glorious
Muse
(Voice rains from within)
A wound is a sacred vessel
Pain carves into flesh
Carries sense memory
Carries the seed
Of its own demise
Sentience
Engulfed in life
Learns anew to be whole
Wounded with the potential for wisdom
The prize applies when eyes are are pried
from seeping, sucking, suffering
aching to censure what future we admire
Redefine the schizm
This wound is our project
To heal, discover the vision
Realign the seam to fit
self-framed landscape
not lose or win
Let loose that genie of desire
Ride rushing blood streams
Build a roaring pyre of grief,
insane belief in wrathfilled deities
Revile that old refrain: "life is pain" or a game
to be lost
No Faustian bargain
Just a
rambling adventure
of daring
to explore
essence of ecstasy
Don't wait for the rest to see
and demur
Take pleasure
Stretch your sail
Take sight of your guiding star
The only failure is self-denial
in favor of the vile lie
that pain is destiny
instead of faithful friend
lending energy
for change
Slice vivid memories
Exult in their flavor
Savor the tastes, the textures
Enliven your way
In the end
The vessel breaks
There the Goddess stirs
2011 Aquarius
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