This is obviously in honour of Brigid and all mothers.
The lake is a picture,
one of my mother’s,
like gardens full of roses.
She would sit in the shadows
of diamond light,
singing her life to the sky.
Come rain, shine, or stormy days,
when the moon runs purple
and the sea is drunk with sun,
she still plays the music of mist and moon.
I ask the fiery woman,
what is this odour of decay
when all is greening?
Never has morning broken
so slow to warm with colour,
the night sky linger hard as ice.
Listen and remember, she says,
the song of the universe is vaster
than anything men or gods can make.
The dark star smiles.
19 thoughts on “Fiery mother”
Oh, beautiful. The Oracle is so wise: “the song of the universe is vaster
than anything men or gods can make.”
I didn’t think ours were that similar at first–but they are both about remembering–and shadows, mists, and moon. 🙂 Mine was filtered down to two people.
The first poem, I thought was about my mother but by the end of the message, it seemed to have broadened out from the particular to a mother figure. The second one is definitely a Brigid influence. You’re right, she is wise. I wish more ‘men’ would listen.
Yes. I do, too.
Beautiful. I was engulfed in star light.
Someone sensible has to be watching over us 🙂
So true, Jane!
Both of these are beautifully lyrical.💜
They are aren’t they? I could feel myself searching for the right words in the second one, without really knowing what I was looking for. The Oracle is getting more demanding.
She keeps you at it 💜💜
She certainly does 🙂
The Oracle is fierce and full of life. She is definitively affirming life and renewal in her messages today. (K)
It certainly seems that way.
This is just beautiful. Well done
Thank you! I’m pleased you like the way it turned out.