Brighid, Goddess and Saint

Poetry inspired by Brigid

In Intercession for a Friend

In times of ailing, Brighid is there
The lightest touch upon the wrist
Easing the stress with delicate care
In silver pearl and amethyst

When black rain falls from a leaden sky
And darkness penetrates the soul
The light of Brighid glows ever nigh
A glimmering Golden Oriole

Sweet Brighid of fragrance of the flowers
My sister needs your warm embrace
Send perfumed petals in aromatic showers
For everything she has to face

Heather Upfield © 28 May 2009

THE KILBRIDE HARE
Kilbride Chapel, Lamlash, Isle of Arran

The ancient Chapel reverberates with time
Of men and women gathered for the Mass
A simple cemetery on a sacred hill
Tilting gravestones, cool and shaded grass

The roof has long since disappeared
Two empty chambers all that now remain
The interior used for storing garden tools
A small piscina puddled from the rain

Though trees and wild flowers grow amongst the walls
And nature reclaims the ruins of the rooms
The tiny Church sits solid on its site
Among the antique graves and family tombs

I softly approached the Chapel walls
Deep in contemplation, prayer
My heart stood still, from a patch of shade
Leapt a shy and startled blest brown hare

It sprinted swiftly down the hill
And sat just feet away from me
We gazed at each other eye to eye
I blinked – it vanished silently

Heather Upfield © 25 June 2009

Brighde in the Wheel

Bridie bright
Maiden of Light
Bridie, young and pure
The strong innocence of the White Swan
shines like fire from deep inside you
I see you playing on the green grass
dancing, running, laughing
Virgin you are
new blood, full of life
complete within yourself
Touch me with your white rod
stir the source of my inspiration
Walk before me on the new land
and I will follow
Bridie, Maiden, bright.

Bride bright,
Lovers delight
Bride, Lover
radiant and in bloom
The power of the seductive Snake
shines like fire from deep inside you
I see you running through fields of flowers
dancing, laughing, making love
Sensual you are
spiralling blood, the centre of life
passion within yourself
Touch me with your red rose
stir the source of my sexuality
Walk before me on the wide open land
and I will follow
Bride, lover, bright

Bridget bright
Mother by right
Bridget, Mother
full and strong
The nourishing warmth of the Cow
shines like fire from deep inside you
I see you handling the fiery hearth
dancing, singing, loving
Beautiful you are
chalice of blood, creating new life
wonder within yourself
Touch me with your comforting arms
stir the source of my unconditional love
Walk before me on the fertile land
and I will follow
Bridget, Mother, bright

Brighid bright
Crone full of might
Brighid, Crone
old and wise
The howling freedom of the White Wolf
shines like fire from deep inside you
I see you moving in sacred spaces
dancing, waiting, telling stories
Deep knowing you are
holding your blood, transforming life
wisdom within yourself
Touch me with your magic wand
stir the source of my ancient knowledge
Walk before me on the barren land
and I will follow,
Brighid, Crone, bright

Marion van Eupen, © 2006