blessing Brigid's waters
come …
ye young
nymphs
and sage
women too
come …
catch the
mystery
of Brigid's
sacred pool
emerald
dragonflies
settle
in the moon
shadow's cleft
while Venus'
star dust
encircles
our breasts
the corn
silk moon crested
ere the
fairy fog descended
and laid all
our grey
discontent
to rest
(c) 2020 MaryAnn Shank
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