RETURN TO BRIGID'S ALTAR by Yvonne Brewer

Return to Brigid’s Altar

Puddles, broken oak tree branches, sharp stones

interrupt her voyage. Many crossroads ahead,

voices echoing turn right, turn left, turn back.

Without a map, onward she boldly steps.

The song of honey bee guides her forward.

Burning rushes lingering scent, soothing any inner lament.

Walking now past a graveyard,

smouldering bones of all

she walked away from, all who walked out on her.

Cackling laughs at her chosen cloaked path.

Alas! Hope smiles snowdrops and fresh grass,

signs of Spring breathe Winter has passed.

Fearless she tip-toes towards the foggy green forest.

The mist fingering her bare blackened feet.

No time to rest. The beat of her warrior heart

thieves any fears of defeat.

Her soul is nourished by the distant sight,

the fire, the skies, the flames alight.

Daughter of Brigid, on your path though you may falter,

you too will arrive. One day you will return to

Brigid’s Blessed Imbolc Altar.

Yvonne Brewer lives in Cork, Ireland and has had poetry published since 2014 with Women’s Spiritual Poetry, including in their fourth anthology “Goddess: When She Rules: Expressions of Contemporary Women,” (Dec 2017). Motherhood has taken her down a very creative path and her writing is greatly influenced by her children, her dreams, nature and Ireland's past. In 2013 Yvonne self published an e-book called Breathe and Bloom. Soul Mother Meditations. Yvonne published her first poetry book, Twigs in 2018. Both are available on Amazon. Connect with Yvonne via her facebook page here.

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