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Brigid’s Season: 5th Annual Cyberspace Poetry Slam

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Photo:  My Imbolc / Candlemas / Brigid altar

I heard about this from Beth Owl and a few other folks. Somehow I missed out on it the last few years, but this time, I'm in.  Spread the word!

WHAT: A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading

WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2010

WHERE: Your blog

WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, aka Groundhog Day

HOW: Select a poem you like – by a favorite poet or one of your own – to post February 2nd.

RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on this post. Last year when the call went out there was more poetry in cyberspace than I could keep track of. So, link to whoever you hear about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.

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Thoughtful, sparkling comments. . .

  • Beth Owl's Daughter Sat - Jan 30th 2010 9:45 am

    Oooo! What a BEAUTIFUL altar! I am inspired!!

  • Sat - Jan 30th 2010 5:11 pm

    I’ll have to put this in my calendar! I’d love to join in so long as I can remember it!

  • Tracie Mon - Feb 01st 2010 1:05 pm

    I’ll be joining in on my blog at
    Thanks Joanna! I’ll link to you when I post my poem tomorrow….
    Blessed Imbolc/Candlemas/Feast of Brigid!

  • ladynorth Mon - Feb 01st 2010 2:15 pm

    Hi Joanna! What a wonderful Brighid-Inspired idea. Count me in – I’ve scheduled my post for Feb 2 at:
    enjoy and thanks for the link!
    Brighid’s Blessings on you and yours and please tell Craig we LOVE his Brighid of the Highland Song! Thanks for writing the lyrics.

  • Berthevansoest Tue - Feb 02nd 2010 7:39 am

    Hi Joanna,
    Here is the entry in my weblog with a poem, in honor of Brigid It is in Dutch, a poem by Hadewych, a mystic from the Middle Ages.

  • Black Birdie Tue - Feb 02nd 2010 7:15 pm

    I’m participating too…

  • Laura Wed - Feb 03rd 2010 12:43 pm

    I posted a poem that I wrote…

  • patricia boutilier Sun - Feb 07th 2010 7:55 am

    This Candlemas moon,
    pale, full-ladled
    poured over bowls
    of yellow violets
    honors our old, wild mother,
    keeper of the ancient fires,
    maiden, mother, crone,
    the wax,
    the wick,
    the flame.
    Mary came to the temple
    to be purified.
    Simeon divined in her child’s eyes
    redemption and salvation
    of a dystopian world,
    matter, energy, light,
    the wax,
    the wick,
    the flame.
    I place a candle for peace
    in each window
    not enough light
    for every soldier slain.
    Can calm be shaped
    with herbs and apples,
    when murmured prayers
    become buried memories,
    body, mind, spirit,
    the wax,
    the wick,
    the flame.
    I’m late for Brigid’s Day—-blessed Candlemas!