Brigid Poems - Poems about Brigid

...Brigid You creep onto the land with consent with tales of how the winters torment Leaving you empty and cold and so unsure. You begin to spread the seeds of joy so pure daffodils push up throug......Read the rest...

...In the assure abyss of the Dead Sea, where the salt laden waves danced with a sapphire sparkle, ancient legends converged with modern marvels, A lady in white shimmered across the saline surface,......Read the rest...

...Four children had to tell mama and papa goodbye. It was World War I. Would they ever see them again? No one spoke of this, not wanting to alarm the little ones. Janice was told to take care of her......Read the rest...

...Layla's face is a map of Ireland grandma McCormick says or Scotland Shawn McDougall adds hopefully Look at those freckles, they are irish insists Brigid You can tell the difference between irish a......Read the rest...

...Brigid’s family has lost their house she is six and does not understand it is right there, where it always was how could they have lost it? they do not get to take anything they are locked out......Read the rest...

...I found you on St Brigid's Day, Your brave little heads had pushed through To feel the cold crisp February air. Standing tall and strong, determined. White blossoms dancing, Celebrating that Spr......Read the rest...

...Brigid made a promise One February day Spring's coming soon, I heard her say Her lush scent, Longed for, remembered Came wafting through First time since September Salt air, wet dirt Oh wi......Read the rest...

...born under the sea, an irresistible force two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia a......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...When Mother Earth, Anu was young the gods gifted her sisters; Fair Brigid with the fiery hair, blonde Boann of the waters. Their bodies lay upon the globe intertwined in rainbows Brown skinne......Read the rest...

...Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions. Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug. "The price of round steak on a Saturday" while Magdalen La......Read the rest...

...Mystical harp's music Glides passionately Across the green, rocky land Near Tara's halls where Mysteries of the past Are felt like ghosts Hovering and protecting the land Of St. Patrick and St......Read the rest...

...With nimble imploring Of a tale found quite pretentious, I found: My sisters, my comrades, Obtained skills some found offensive. They roamed the hills of Scotland, Burdene......Read the rest...