Brigid perhaps



Bear away the red running,

running over with summer;

beneath the weight of sorrow

life must go on

on, singing the sweet water,

a a a

dream of open sky,

swimming with birds above and about.

I am

am the light,

let me soar, I say,

strewing petals s s s

like the spring,

crushing death beneath my feet.


is is is

honey and milk

running free as ships before a storm.

Before the sun whispers us to sleep,

watch the moon sail a sea of shadows,

worship the wind,

listen to blood beat in the song of the day dying,

shining like roses

red red borne away.

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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.

17 thoughts on “Brigid perhaps”

  1. To me, the first part sounds like an Oracle proclaiming–and then perhaps as if remembering this vision, the person who experienced it says the last part beginning with “Before the sun.” That’s how I see it.
    In the play, Angels in America, the angel says, “I, I, I.”

    1. You’re right, it does sound like a duet. Since I’m convinced the Oracle and Brigid are the same person, that would figure.
      Those repeated words in the magnets aren’t there randomly, I’m sure.

    1. I’m pleased you like it, Andrea. The Oracle is, I think Brigid and Brigid is the Oracle. She speaks through the fridge magnets and always with more sense than any politician you care to mention 🙂

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