Brigid
(A lone voice whispers)
Spellbound
As no more fields are ploughed
Lost in a Cretan labyrinth of the unspoken and untold
Stumbling like a blind man or woman through love's now empty barren playgrounds
As Winters long reach starts to unfold to breach Autumnal walls
While wild valley blackbirds and starling flocks
Scream and call out in unison at the lack of the rising sun
About the impending icy cold as they fly in the autumnal equinox
With Death lingering
Around
Like black mold
With bony fingers
Rattling without a sound
Awaiting Wintersonnenwende
As daylight recedes
Like one of the Devil's Island
Condemned
Spring
The Exalted One,
Awaits for her rebirth in a green pod
Created by her beloved
God
Trapped deep beneath the cold earth
Lost in a Cretan labyrinth of the unspoken and untold
Before once again
Being released to
Rebuild the pillars of the earth
With her rebirth
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Wintersonnenwende translates to “winter solstice” in English.
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