Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Tag: Irish festival
Imbolg
Brigid came on the wind Blessing the brat bhríde Soaking it with cool rain Not quite winter waters Not quite springtime showers Tears from that in-between Liminal state of season A grief, a keening for the darkness Slowly washing away In the inevitable turn… Continue Reading “Imbolg”
Mabh Savage 