Imbolc

More light doth shine
and we feel whole
Again and in the stable where
Ewes give milk to hungry young
Filled with a sense of being there
Brigid brings her fire to bear
The stove the hearth the cauldon where
Magick casts and we can taste
The wholesomeness that all can share

Imbolc set the altar to
A perfect spot where we might see
A window and its frosty panes
To feel that genuine sense of glee
Perfected by the lapping sounds
Of lambs whose true expectancy
Is bounding through the grassy glades
With irreproachability

Clearwells chasms stretching deep
Where ghosts of miners long ago
Dug out all the rocks a plenty
Struggled with them down below
old Ham as it was,now called clearwell
A hidden world where Romans too
Toiled beneath the ancient forests
Plunging vertical and true

Lets pay homage to the darkness
To the silence that is here
Lets us join hands and be together
In candle light we all appear
To quiescent calming and composure
Undisturbed unhurried we
Travellers transposed in ether
Affirming with our commentary

At the midpoint tween the Winter Solstice
And the Spring equinox
Brigid the exalted one
Bless her little cotton socks
A cross she wove for our protection
A solar symbol to behold
Fashioned from a watery reed
And with our fingers it is rolled

A patroness of bards and druids
Healing wells and springs
A druid father a christian slave mother
Was sold to a Druidic poet who brings
Forth such prosaic rhyme and reason
And she was trained and there she be
Highly exalted full on healing
And practising her alchemy