"Brigid at Avalon" by Hayley Arrington

Brigid at Avalon, a poem

by Hayley Arrington

She prayed to the Magdalene

At her Chapel near the Tor.

Bright Woman of no sin,

What is it you pray for?

Do you pray for the summer sun

To never dim or fade?

Do you pray for the faerie folk

Who run in the magic glade?

Goddess, Woman, Saint

Bright Woman of flame and well

Stir you cauldron, weave you spell

You were born on a threshold,

Neither in nor out.

You dried your cloak on a sunbeam.

You sang to the little trout.

You heal the ill,

Restore the blind’s sight,

Come to me at Brigid’s Hill.

Come, Goddess of the light.

Goddess, Woman, Saint

Bright Woman of flame and well

Stir you cauldron, weave you spell

Image: Saint Brigit milking her cow, Glastonbury. Uncredited.