Imbolc/candlemas (repost in honor of the days)

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serenity blaze
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since 2000-02-02

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0 posted 2004-02-02 03:34 AM

Know ye there is life beneath
frozen earth
protecting seed
oh potentiality
the virgin bride awaits the groom.

Slash the grasses that have died
prepare her with annoint of fire.
This winter field has long been dead.
Prepare ye now the nuptial bed--
sanctify and bless the womb.

I rid my self's futility--
Brigid--she does dwell in me!
I invoke the light of bliss
and dance in praise of Candlemas--
alive in strobe of flickering.

Tears and sweat
with ash of death
are talcum for the winter's bane.
Torch the tomb of my regret
prepare the garden to beget
till the ground of sad refrain--
I stand in praise of quickening.

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

1 posted 2004-02-02 03:48 AM

I had to go back and refresh my memory on the
lesson that originally accompanied this one...

I so enjoy it when ya teach me stuff...smile

Love this, Karen... and love YOU...
"When the power of love overcomes the love
of power the world will know peace."
--Jimi Hendrix

Enchantress
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since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

2 posted 2004-02-02 09:05 AM

Wonderful write on Candlemas Karen.
Blessed be.

~ Is that love I see in your eyes...
or merely a reflection of mine? ~

iliana
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since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

3 posted 2004-02-02 09:20 AM

Lovely writing.

Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

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Listening to every heart

4 posted 2004-02-02 10:05 AM

I rid my self's futility--
Brigid--she does dwell in me!
I invoke the light of bliss
and dance in praise of Candlemas--
alive in strobe of flickering.

~*~

This stands out better this year...

Cpat Hair

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since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

5 posted 2004-02-02 10:32 AM

So crowned February
Between bent hills
Shaved clean of brush
Yet now covered in slight snow
White against a darker hue

She cried
  Her first breath of ice
More a sigh
Followed by the wail
Of wind on steel clouds

Portend, perhaps,
Of misery to follow

Still she was born
At end of January’s term
Yet before the dance of spring
With colic cough of cold
To keep us awake
      And minister to her demands

Sickly month you are
    That will die in short days
Never knowing
       But of bursting trees
And lover’s reach for warm
In paper twined sweets

Tell me
  Who would love
february
with so few charms

1slick_lady
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since 2000-12-22

Posts 6088
standing on a shadow's lace

6 posted 2004-02-02 03:51 PM

what is dead
we shall let go of
reclaiming a place
we now call
life

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

7 posted 2004-02-02 04:15 PM

Wonderful write!

I thought it interesting that the national feast of saint steroid was held on Imbolc this year (but I did have trouble seeing Janet Jackson as "Brigid The Light Bringer").

*smile*

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