Writing Brigit

Writing Brigit

Many years ago I wrote my first Brigit prayer. Poem. Blessing... I have been writing them ever since, but seldom publish them. Some are carefully researched and crafted, some are simple and straight from the heart.

The prayers and blessings of my sisters in the Daughters of the Flame and other Brigit-loving women and men, living and long-dead, fill me with surprise and delight, as well.

I would like to share some of these writings with you.

Following is the one that signs off each of my emails, a reminder to guide my words and intentions with care when I write to anyone. It's as good a place to start as any.

Flame Offering

In the name of the three Brigits

I light the candle of my heart

May I offer it to everyone

gentle and steady

warm and bright

16 February 2017

“The Curragh Wrens” by Mael Brigde

The Curragh Wrens     [1]

heroic Fionn MacCumhail
dust now in the sidhe
Brigit’s abbey
crumbled musty ruin

who dwells on the proud Curragh?

pennants fly   bugles sound   gleaming bayonets
barded mounts rumble cross the plain
host of a foreign Queen

outside the troops’
untarnished bone-white tents
clasp close for bare necessities
the Curragh Wrens

shelters burned   commerce refused them
furze their only nest
in starched gowns they huddle   baby at breast
drink with wandering soldiers
by the barrack wall

these your little
neglected night birds   Brigit
following love   selling their lives
flogged in the streets for their sins

Inspired  by “Stoning the Desolate”, by Charles Dickens, from All The Year Round, No. 292 1864.

For James Greenwood’s article in Dickens’ Pall Mall Gazette (1867):

[1]    “...the poor wretches of whom we have spoken are called ‘wrens,’ ‘because they live in holes in the banks’...” James Greenwood in Dickens’ newspaper the Pall Mall Gazette, 1867.

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