On Imbolc Night, In The Belly Of The Mother (redux)

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Open Poetry #48

On Imbolc Night, In The Belly Of The Mother (redux)

icebox
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since 2003-05-03

Posts 4383
in the shadows

0 posted 2012-02-01 08:41 PM

Circle large
to move within,
in charcoal drawn
you may begin;

do not fear
for being proud,
within this hoop
no men allowed;

cast the salt
in ring around,
single chime
three times the sound;

blade of steel
at peace in hand,
sit relaxed
no need to stand;

light candles
at each compass point,
a fifth within
by milk anoint;

sip
the slightest bit of wine,
allow the fifth
your face to shine;

in quickening
Serenity,
is welcome gift
of purity;

let Bridie's hand
becalm the womb,
no evil
should the soul assume;

vision will
in time begin,
poet Goddess
heals within.

©2007, 2012 by icebox

ice
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since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

1 posted 2012-02-01 09:05 PM

Excellent poem for Candlemas eve...
Brigid would approve, she would smile as she lit the candles, and brought on the light.

The_Doctors_Angel_32
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since 2011-01-14

Posts 337
Florida, USA

2 posted 2012-02-01 09:24 PM

This is very beautifully written.

I truly enjoyed the read!!!

When the family is together, the soul is at peace - Russian Proverb

ebonygirl
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since 2011-07-14

Posts 2000
California U.S.A

3 posted 2012-02-02 01:08 AM

Thank you for this healing poem.
Ms. E

tracie66
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since 2000-01-18

Posts 4713
Australia

4 posted 2012-02-02 01:59 AM

oh this is absolutely wonderful - it's intriguing and inviting, loved this image filled piece

Love is the life of the soul...
It is the harmony of the universe
— W. E. Channing

OwlSA
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since 2005-11-07

Posts 9347
Durban, South Africa

5 posted 2012-02-02 02:26 AM

A most interesting and beautifully painted account of this festival of lights, of which I had never heard before. I have googled, found, saved and skimmed through a lengthy explanation of it which I shall read when I have (haha!) time.

Normally I have a fear of and shy away from such things, but your poem was so gently and beautifully expressed that I will go back and read up about it.

Owl

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