drawing symbols of my power on my skin: ~St Patricks Day~

The Flame Haired Solstice Dreamer

Cold winter brings the Everfrost and jewels every tree
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
A flame~haired dreamer wanders there and shelters from the wind
And spins her dreams around the trees to break the ties that bind
She takes her thread and spins anew and how the Greenwood smiles
As she spins a spell for freedom and for her spirit Wylde

The dreamer finds an ancient oak and shelters in his lee
In a forest new as birth and old as old can be
Tis summer now and birdsong weaves its magick through her spells
And humming bees drum drowsily in the foxglove's bells
The dreamer sits beneath the oak with yarn upon her knee
And spins and knits and weaves her dreams and sets her spirit free

~St Patricks Day~

although i have doubts about the validity of medieval ideas of st. patrick and the druids...a touch of religious spin maybe?!...there is no doubting my Irish heritage

my family from Southern Ireland

Cork

Kilkenny

the Gauls, Byrnes, Flahavan and Ó Súileabháin

plus the so-far nameless ancestors.

i can almost hear them all getting in the drinks and their instruments out and preparing to have a weekend of celebrating!

so in my own way i shall raise a small tipple of my own sloe gin later today for my homeland

4 comments:

Rose said...: And leave one out for your Ancestors too! Enjoy! Slainte!; 17 March 2012 at 19:06
Anonymous said...: Awesome!!! raising my coffee cup in a toast to you on this day!
Happy weekend!; 17 March 2012 at 20:09
Yarrow said...: Happy (late) St.Patrick's Day to you.

I can't wait to see the grrl cave :D Have fun planning and choosing.x; 18 March 2012 at 20:29
Linda said...: What a beautiful poem!!! She is very talented...
I agree about where to look for religion...:)

Have a wonderful week!
Peace,
Linda; 20 March 2012 at 16:52