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Who was this mere mortal?
Poet daring to open the portal,
Who had by ancient text learned,
And, in sacred crucible, precious elements burned,
When mixed,
With rare metals, transfixed,
Now a circular vortex forming,
Plasma, flame transforming,
Motes like fireflies arose,
Apparition like, hair, face, eyes and nose,
As poet looked on, on bended knee,
Beautiful body appeared, as he could see,
Aura of colours all around,
Lending way to hypnotic sound,
Swirling smoke, heat and flame,
More substance did she gain,
To be poets fiery arrow,
To fly straight and true over minds that are shallow,
Lighting all dark in her wake,
Poetry, through eloquence and fire to make,
Reborn of flame,
All true poets, know her name!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2010
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Brigid.....Goddess of Fire, War and Poetry....Worshipped
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thank god for the Brigid, notes in about this poem, for a minute there i thought you were talking about Gashley, in truth i cant tell the difference, nice poem andrew.
Haha Ben, wondered if you might read this one, she features heavily in some Irish folklore.......Thankyou for your kind
ben...ahem. again, you leave me lost for see, i prove my point! yankee 1, irish 0! laugh

andrew...beautiful words...she's burning bright, surely. tribute fit for a fiery goddess, arrow found the target.
she is indeed mentioned widely in the early days of Christianity in Ireland, although of pagan origin, saint Brigid of Kildare, being she,,,,,,, not to be confused, with saint Brigid of Waterford, saint Ita, i have both types of crosses in the rafters of my mountain cottage, built in 1790, the crosses made from rushes, which had to be pulled by hand, or they would hold no blessing.
Brigid and Saint Brigid...(Excerpt from Wikipedia)

She is the goddess of all things perceived to be of relatively high dimensions such as high-rising flames, highlands, hill-forts and upland areas; and of activities and states conceived as psychologically lofty and elevated, such as wisdom, excellence, perfection, high intelligence, poetic eloquence, craftsmanship (especially blacksmithing), healing ability, druidic knowledge and skill in warfare. In the living traditions, whether seen as goddess or saint, she is largely associated with the home and hearth and is a favorite of both Pagans and Christians. A number of these associations are attested in Cormac's Glossary.


Stories and symbology that survive in the persona of Saint Brigid may be related. St. Brigid was associated with perpetual, sacred flames, such as the one maintained by 19 nuns at her sanctuary in Kildare, Ireland. The sacred flame at Kildare was said by Giraldus Cambrensis and other chroniclers to have been surrounded by a hedge, which no man could cross. Men who attempted to cross the hedge were said to have been cursed to go insane, die, and/or to have had their p*nis wither.

So Ben.....Maybe two different ...Andrewcool
uhhh yeah, straight up, i'm agreeing with andrew! wow. laugh
no the same brigid, her family were pagan, but became Christianized, they being of royal descent, i am well aware of cormacs glossary, and the psalters of cashel, jeraldus camprensis, or gerald condon, or de canton, travelled to ireland with the early norman knights, as a lecturer of both history, and folklore, this is my specialty, i have in fact corrected many errors of this historical period, of which i have expert knowledge, if i can ever be of help, just ask.
Thankyou Ben, I will, I know from what you told me that you lecture in this subject, so please don't pull too many holes in my story, as it is just
i dont know who are brigid and who,,but i love the poem story ,excellent write sirbeer
hey there jeddah - just brigid hun! laugh
nice one andrew - loved the info on brigid, it can be confusing. i always tell people that the catholic church stole the pagan goddess
roll eyes never let the truth get in the way of a good story
grin bouquet bouquet
Great always, you are a great writer...Mykal
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