Poem of The Week #1

[jazzy_dave]

Brigit At the Forge

Joanna Powell Colbert

Mine is the magic of the forge
And the brewery.
My brass shoes I made myself.
And my bell of healing-
That I hammered also,
Golden like the sun,
Milky like the dandelion.
The first time keening split the air of Ireland
Was when I howled for my dead son,
His skin so white.
That was the first,
But not the last.
For me plant the spring wheat.
For me catch the new lamb.
For me greet the speckled snake.
For me stamp your beautiful feet.
For me ring the golden branch.
For me pour out milk, sweet milk.
I am the white swan,
Queen of them all.

Comments

[theoldone.livejournal.com]

That is Awesome!

[wantedonvoyage.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. I was struck by

The first time keening split the air of Ireland
Was when I howled for my dead son,
His skin so white.
That was the first,
But not the last.

Check out this song, more modern take on a similar theme:

[thespian15.livejournal.com]

Very nice.
But brass shoes? :o
Hugs, Jon

[davesmusictank.livejournal.com]

That is so lovely , thanks. Makes me weep lol

[davesmusictank.livejournal.com]

It is a metaphor Jon

[thespian15.livejournal.com]

Poetry tends to go over me head. :p

[a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh, this is marvelous!!

[kaishin108.livejournal.com]

That is beautiful!

[elenbarathi.livejournal.com]

Oh, this is lovely, thanks! Ganking it for greatpoets; leaving you this in exchange. Happy Imbolc! *hugs*

[acelightning.livejournal.com]

[acelightning.livejournal.com]

[bobby1933.livejournal.com]

The poem just showed up in the greatpoets community journal.

[wantedonvoyage.livejournal.com]

LOL right? I often wondered what other than cadence influenced that choice.

But then, she >is asking to get out!

[laurawise.livejournal.com]

Great poem.

[acelightning.livejournal.com]