Brigid, February 1st

A bright gem of a Brigid poem.

Captain´s Log

DSC_0046 Brigid Lore

Brigid

1st of February 2016

Her wingspan shrouded in mystery

The small tortoiseshell rubicund

Ebony and golden forewings

Tangerine surged from chrysalis

A ring of blue, her spell, her veil

Little hands fold hollow reeds

The magical childhood craft

Interwoven square with beams

A Eurasian butterfly with four wings

She folds them around blossoms

The little ones, the innocent

Refuge for homeless and landlords

She holds them equally at heart

Sainthood flicks wings of grass

©By Andrea Connolly

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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