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St Brigids Well

Still hallowed is the well, and so they pray,
offer: prayer cards, candles, and bitty photos
of children to come and those now unmade,
each woman rife with grief in longing’s throes.

The sound of stream shakes beneath their feet
in the grotto chiseled from native stone.
Niches, shelves and ledges teem, replete,
with mementos of maid, mother and crone.

Pain crusts on: salted wounds, walls and gelid moss
where teddies and barrettes dangle on bows.
Those lost appeal to Brigid, through her cross
in summer, fall, and through the winter’s snows.

A woman’s grief seeks relief at sacred stream
here all who mother come to pray and dream.


First Published in Eunoia August 19, 2015


Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 10/24/2015 11:32:00 PM
I love this form and language in poetry. Especially in sonnets. You did it perfectly. " Pain crusts on: salted wounds, walls and gelid moss where teddies and barrettes dangle on bows. Those lost appeal to Brigid, through her cross in summer, fall, and through the winter’s snows." Just that stanza alone is pure gold!!!! And the rest glows as well. Bravo...
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 10/25/2015 7:14:00 AM
Thanks so much Robert that means a lot to me.
Date: 10/20/2015 9:12:00 PM
What a wonderful heartfelt write, Debbie. Hope you're doing great.
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Debbie Guzzi
Date: 10/20/2015 10:13:00 PM
so busy I miss my Soup friends!
Date: 10/19/2015 7:29:00 AM
Unique vocabulary in this one..Very expressive and creative work..Enjoyed reading it today..Sara
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