February 01, 2010

5th annual Cyberspace poetry slam for Brigid

Happy Imbolc

May your day be filled with Brigid's energy
To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, the Celtic Goddess of Poetry, Healing and Craft

On this inspiring day I thought I would share 2 poems with you

February

Today I saw the catkins blow
Although the hills are white with snow

White throstles sang "the sun is good"
They waved their banners in the wood

They come to greet the lurking Spring
As messengers from Winter's King

And thus they wave while Winter reigns,
While his cold grip still holds the plains.

Oh though the hills are white with snow,
Today I saw the catkins blow

Dorothy Una Ratcliffe




In February

The frozen ground is broken
where snowdrops raise their heads

And nod their tiny greeting
In glades and garden beds

The frozen stream is melted
The white brook turns to brown
And foaming through the coppice
Flows helter skelter down.

The frozen air is golden
With February sun
The winter days are over
Oh, has the Spring begun?

P A Ropes


Would you like to join us?
Feel free to copy the following to your blog/facebook/website and spread
the word. Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again! WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010 WHERE: Your blog WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd. RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on this post. Last year when the call went out there was more poetry in cyberspace than I could keep track of. So, link to whoever you hear about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.

2 comments:

Blue Witch said...

Inspirational words and pictures.

Thanks for sharing them.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Two beautiful poems! And I love that calendar picture with the rabbit and winter road that turns into Brigid. Imbolc blessings to you and Mr. Mog.

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