Brigh
Ireland’s Brigid, the safe mistress of sound bodies.
Protects all heroes born beside the misty moors
of Eire in Spring, having stood against all wintry winds.
Healing as the sun rises and again drops.
She watches over the darkling heaths as star beams emerge,
shadowed dreams woven within poets’ stories.
She instills wisdom within the lofty minds of scholars.
She, giver of ink and ideas to bards, writers, and scribes.
Flames of truth welded into the craft of smithing.
The copper glow of her plaited hair as she guides
strong hands and stout hearts both forged and forging.
Patroness of warfare, her complex surveying of skills.
The keening of whistle’s call heard over the peat,
fertility rites replacing those souls lost in battle.
© Imbler, 2020
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