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January, 26, 2005

Earthwizard's Realms of Faërie

Life after life the circle is bright...

	    
	
	    Artwork (c) Earthwizard
	       
				
			Brighid's Feastday
	
	Today is Brighid's feastday,
	the Exalted One walks
	by the cromlechs of old
	where the rowan tree grows,
	and, a solitary berry bleeds
	over a deep well of blood;
	I hear her voice,
	"Closed up in thick rings of light,
	I rattle my wings, whispering
	out of the pool of memory,
	where fires of an ancient cauldron
	burn in furious wisdom 
	for the old gods of kith and kin;
	voices emerge from my rusty lips,
	not my own, but those
	of the dead,
	their fragile songs
	clattering down
	break fiercely from
	my tongue's frozen song;
	wailing of the banshee
	rises in my throat,
	troubling dreams,
	ululating dirges 
	of Winter's leave-taking;
	gabble and cackle
	of the mad
	circling in a void
	wanders round my mind,
	till one comes, whom
	all know; her fierce eyes,
	the writhing head,
	out of the fetid bogs
	emerges sovereign, 
	wrapped in sheathed light,
	the goddess of the brazen tribes,
	goddess of the undying fires,
	her eyes, vegetal and foliated, seek
	the blazoned days
	of ancient foe,
	where serpents fear to tread,
	and Balor, blinded god
	holds troth in his broken tower,
	and Ethlinn, green in her musings
	sings of Lugh, the bright one
	of Spring that lover's know."
	
	Below the old oak tree
	three old crones listen attentively
	catching sparks of winter's light,
	while tracing patterns
	over the belly of an iron cauldron,
	where the whispering voices
	sing out of an abyss of light and water,
	and below black roots
	curled in a serpent's den,
	old life stirs and spurs
	green blood in the night,
	under the touch of a new Moon.
	
		- Earthwizard, aka, Steven Craig Hickman
			© February 1, 2004

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