A favorite Brighid poem

This is by way of Fiona MacLeod, the feminine alter ego of Scotsman William Sharp, circa 1904:

I am older than Brigit of the Mantle,
I put songs and music on the wind
Before ever the bells of the chapels
Were rung in the West
Or heard in the East.

I am Brighid-nam-Bratta: Brigit of the Mantle,
I am also Brighid-Muirghin-na-tuinne: Brigit, Conception of the Waves,
And Brighid-sluagh, Brigit of the Faery Host,
Brighid-nan-sitheachseang, Brigit of the Slim Faery Folk,
Brigid-Binne-Bheule- Ihuchd-nan-trusganan-uaine,
Brigit the Melodious Mouthed of the Tribe of the Green Mantles.

And I am older than Aone (Friday)
And as old as Luan (Monday),
And in Tir-na-h’oige my name is Suibhal-bheann: Mountain Traveler,
And in Tir-fo-thuinn, Country of the Waves, it is Cu-gorm: Gray Hound,
And in Tir-na-h’oise, Country of Ancient Years, it is Sireadh-thall: Seek Beyond.

And I have been a breath in your heart,
And the day has its feet to it
That will see me coming into the hearts of men and women
Like a flame upon dry grass,
Like a flame of wind in a great wood.

Advertisements

About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.
This entry was posted in poetry. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s