A poem for Brighid-Brigantia as autumn draws near.
(Image description: A photo of a brick fireplace with a fire inside of it. A wrought iron fireplace screen stands in front of it, with slate panels and wooden flooring near it. A broom is off to the right side, with some firewood stacked on the left.) Credit: Photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash
Due to last week’s theme of associating the season with Nodens, I thought I would write a poem for Brighid-Brigantia as the season changes. The links with Brighid and the hearth are more well-known, but I thought I’d highlight how Brigantia might be seen in connection with the hearth.
A Call From the Hearth
The cicada cries and summer’s green
are in full force, yet
in the not so distant of seasons,
the season of the hearth ever beckons.
A time to turn inward,
A time of learning
and of crafting,
a time of insight,
found only in the darkening days.
Your sacred flame
illuminates the hearth
and my heart, a beacon
to light the way in the cooling days.
A spear the reminder to protect the sacred,
in spaces and for those sheltered within them,
The deep wells and springs bearing
Your touch replenish our bellies and souls
with each sip of soup and tea.
The deep wisdom that comes with the deepening dark,
to know and care for ourselves,
these ripples resonating with others in Your waters.
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