A seasonal poem before Bealtaine/Lá Bealltain.
(Image description: A close-up photo of a campfire. The logs are stacked against each other with curling flames above them.) Credit: Photo by Daphne on Unsplash
I realized National Poetry Month is almost over, and I want to celebrate it, even on a small scale. Also, with the next fire festival almost upon us, this poem seemed appropriate for the season.
Hearthfire
Palms outstretched, seeking
The glow behind my mind’s eye, flickering
as my heart beats like the smith’s hammer
the sparks filling the air, longing
Holy hearthfire, glinting
The wait of rekindling, dancing
in my heart as the drumming of summer
approaches, eager
Sacred Flame, flowing
The seep into my fingertips, reaching
into my limbs and further on
into the (heart)h of my soul, calmed
Gentled mind, at ease
The sating of a weary heart
aloft with joy after warmed
like the lucky fire, reignited
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