Moya Cannon, Irish Poet wrote these words for today because it is St Brigid's Day.

[bronxiteforever]

Why, of all small girls in so distant a century born
is she honoured still, in place-names, constant wells,
new rushes plaited to protect hearth, home, and herd?
Bridget, goddess, druidess of oak, or saint - a girl
who gifted her father’s sword to a beggar for bread,
we, who have wounded the engendering seas and earth,
beg you to teach us again, before it grows too late,
your neglected, painstaking arts of nature and of care.

Moya Cannon’s latest collection is Donegal Tarantella (Carcanet). Her poem was commissioned by Galway 2020 to mark the beginning of spring

https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/books/poem-for-st-brigid-s-day-a-song-at-imbolc-1.4149091

[KT2000]

1. Lovely -

The whole poem is at the link.

[redqueen]

2. Thank you for sharing this.

K&R