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Join the 5th Annual Cyberspace Poetry Slam Honoring the Goddess Brigid

Many people fail to understand the magic of poetry. Perhaps it was a run-in with some dull English teacher in middle school; or forced marches through obscure parts of Dante and Whittier, with the emphasis on rote memorization, not the passion and meaning of the words.

But as most shamans, priestesses, bards, Kahunas, Druids, and other magical folk know, poetry is one of the most powerful sorceries ever known to humankind. Poetry is nothing less than a mighty spellworking. And it is a gift bestowed by blessed Brighid, Celtic Goddess of creativity and healing.

She teaches us how to use poetry’s carefully crafted Words Of Power to evoke our deepest intelligence and emotions.  She inspires us to weave rhythms that inflame the senses; ignite memory, premonition, and imagination. Poetry is a spark of Divine beauty that sings our souls awake.

So once again, on the sacred day of Brighid, Feb. 2 (Imbolc), please join this vast, beautiful global spellworking of Poetry.  Invite everyone you know, by copying the following to your blog/Facebook/website and spread the word. Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again!

WHAT: A Bloggers’ (Silent) Poetry Reading

WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010

WHERE: Your blog

WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, the Celtic Goddess of Poetry, Healing and Craft (particularly metal crafting).

HOW: Select a poem you like – by a favorite poet or one of your own – to post February 2nd.

RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on this post. Last year when the call went out, there was more poetry in cyberspace than we could keep track of. So, link to whoever you hear about this from and a vast web of poetry will be spun.

Please pass this invitation on!

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  • January 30, 2010, 11:36 am Lene

    I’ll be there.

  • February 1, 2010, 12:50 am libramoon

    Scrying on the Moon

    By sibylline light
    appear images I recognize,
    creviced captures of my life.
    I know her judgment to be my own.

    “Nourished by Moon rivers
    mythical cavern blooms
    unseen by sunlight
    glow green.” Thus she sets the scene;
    becomes the prophecy.

    “Purest white simplicity
    curved to suggest fragility
    faith fed maiden ready for
    plucking,
    given in bondage to womanly woes,
    hard rows to hoe
    for that little bit of hug through
    crying of night.

    Fate of Trojan soldiers, sacrificed to lust.
    Unbended, beg for the boon of drama
    high adventure
    sneaking into sad hotels
    for a fix or a tumble.
    Laughs,
    deadly play,
    danger, a real chance.

    Barefoot in the snow
    icy roads
    winds so strong
    I could not make you hear.
    I thought you were my destiny.
    These thoughts are far from clear;
    but I believed
    song lyrics from somber deities
    would not lie, leave me
    dying, fading into winter’s grey
    drifting clouds,
    endless sorrow endured for naught.
    Lost on this careless corner,
    dreaming of oblivion, intent on visions
    like rain
    tapping against eternity’s
    vast windowpane.
    Scenic serenity.
    Nature’s gradations of green
    soothes tired eyes,
    trembling nerves, throbbing veins.
    Slivers of moonlight reflect
    in withered refrains, unearth secrets
    embedded in song
    effervescing through cool pure air

    cleansing the uprising nestling
    set aflame
    resurrected
    tempered mettle,
    pure, wise, tested
    engorged with the will
    to rise”

  • February 1, 2010, 10:59 am Beth B

    Yes, I will. Thanks!

  • February 3, 2010, 9:32 am Beth

    Wow, Libramoon! Love this!!!