SeaHeart

(A participation in the Fifth Annual Brigid Poetry Slam.) In honor, celebration and reverence of Brigid, my matron Goddess, I present this poem on the holy day of Imbolc~

"Unaware"

She had long, red curls, and an upturned mouth
That looked always ready to smile,
Her feet were weathered, not soft,
She always felt cold,
She couldn't remember a time
When the sea didn't sing her to sleep.

She had a lovely cloak
Full of holes
And a staff from a fallen tree
That could not be burned,
And when she spoke, the sheep listened,
Or perhaps they didn't,
But she spoke anyway.

The people would kneel to her, someday,
They would call her names, pretty names,
And tell stories about her hands,
Her mantle,
Her hair,
Her well,
Her iron,
Her magic.

Did she know? Did she know as she sang
The same song her mother had,
And her mother before her,
That she was something more than the red-headed girl
Of the bog, of the sheep, of the tattered cloak?

Someday, she would be a goddess made saint,
They would kiss her image, painted in churches,
They would cast circles,
Make charms,
Breathe her name at sunset, as before and again.

But not today.

The little lamb limped, she'd carried him,
She sang the same song,
She laughed, a lovely laugh,
And she broke the ice in the river,

A Goddess unaware.

- We're back from our perfect, beautiful, rejeuvanating, magical, completely-and-utterly-wonderful vacation in Florida~ I will write everything out, in all its happiness, hopefully later today or tomorrow. As always, any time spent with Rachel is that blessed, physical reminder of our soul family, the joy and hearts we share together...the complete happiness~

- And OH. MY GODS. YOU GUYS. The ritual on Saturday was the most magical I have ever done. I know I always say that, but it was--I can't wait to share~ <33333

- Sadly, I got a bit sick towards the end of vacation, and am now plunged headlong into a rather icky sickness. I took today off from work, like yesterday, to try to recoup...here's hoping~

- As a side note...every year, I make this sort of declaration, and I'm making it again this year. XD I always forget that Oceanid.org expires on January 30th, and did again this time around. This means that all of my emails to oceanid@oceanid.org that were new were probably lost. I get an obscene amount of email, both regular and spam alike, while on vacation, and I'm so unhappy that I might have lost something important from you! If you emailed me, please re-email it to sarah.e.diemer@gmail.com. I renewed the domain today, but my hosting is a bit slow [notoriously so], so it should be a day or two until I can access my oceanid.org email again, so if you have anything to email, please send it to the GMail address. Thank ye kindly~ <33333

- Suffice it to say that I have a week's worth of catching up to do...but not right now. I'm retiring to bed with L. J. Smith's The Secret Circle: The Initiation based on Rachel's witchy recommendation, and my wife's singular awesomeness (of getting a book pressie for me last night because I didn't feel good. ;-; I love you, baby~). I finished the second half of Tamora Pierce's Trickster's Choice, and read all of Trickster's Queen yesterday...the best thing in the world, I think, is a day curled up in bed with kitties, a rather sleepy Collie pup, tea and books~ Which is exactly how I'm going to spend today. With hopefully a perk-up later this evening for an Imbolc ritual~ <3

Love to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And to those who celebrate, blessed, beautiful Imbolc! <333

Me, at the water's edge at Blowing Rocks--taken by Rachel~ <33333

(A participation in the Fourth Annual Brigid Poetry Slam.) In honor, celebration and reverence of Brigid, my matron Goddess, I present this poem on the holy day of Imbolc~


I have known winters
Like others knew daughters
And painted provincials
In ragged time breath.

See me, here, breathing,
Blue smoke in the twilight
Exaltant near morning
And hushed in the night;

I have known winters
And I have known summers
And I have known You
Far longer than this,

And knee deep in snow drift
I learn and unlearn You
Hands cold and longing
And flame not burned out.

You come at the dawn and the night
And the morning
You rise as I rise and You
Never.
Go.
Out.

You, I have always
Loved, and in loving,
Knew majesty, sanctity,
Pulse speaking a hymn,

I sing that hymn, Winter,
I sing it, a reverence,
I sing it, a laughter,
I sing it, a prayer,

For all still sweet lovers
And water born daughters
And morning, and star time,
And brand new, bright years.

(I sing it,
Devotion,
In dreaming
With
You.)


-- SD 2/2/09 --