I, Brigid


I will bring you an ocean of peace

to the heart of this grassy place,

red with roses, soft with singing birds.

Sailing slow in a dazzle of fire,

I will come, with no words this time,

but I will make the stones flower,

let magic stream, warm and dark

as naked night, and we will wake,

cradled in the lap of the wilderness.



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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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