Poetry competition CLOSED 15th April 2024 4:12am
WINNER
nightbirdblue
nightbirdblue
Spring is in the air....
Hymn to Brigid
Ask her
where those wells touch sunlight;
where water kisses fragrant air
bursting with daisies, sweet honeysuckle
where she guides ink in heathen hands
pressed against warm sheets of paper,
word becoming thought,
thought becoming deed, and deed
becoming reason in humble retreat.
Ask her
where Celtic blood quakes in the eaves
of an oak-bound house, where children
gather around Mother’s milk, a fire roars,
part faith, part God in the arms
of the hopeless. She moves
dew-wet in morning’s breath,
a tongue of scarlet smouldering
with the ache of an ancient sun.
Ask her
how her eyes burn in the telling,
how her heart is home, beating
and alive in spring’s relentless call
trails of coltsfoot and celandine
gathering beneath coats of green.
How she is dandelion, and bee
in their greatest symphony, a dance
in the strange light of dreaming.
Written by Northern_Soul
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With Spring's Blessing
With Spring comes many blessings
The time has come for new beginnings
Plants bursting with blooms
Mild temperatures when all things are green
It's time for picnics at the springs
Motorcycle rides and skateboarding
How I look forward to the Spring
And all of the blessings nature brings
The time has come for new beginnings
Plants bursting with blooms
Mild temperatures when all things are green
It's time for picnics at the springs
Motorcycle rides and skateboarding
How I look forward to the Spring
And all of the blessings nature brings
Written by faithmairee
(Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
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Sweet Spring
Inspiration blows in on the wind
Open windows welcoming in
The warmth of the gentle breeze
Brings sweet scents for me to breath
Flowers blossom, I see the first few
Daffodils, violets, and magnolias, too
Birdsong chirps across the blue sky
A call I yearn to answer in reply
Optimism, the mood of the season
Gives me yet another good reason
To dig my hands in the dirt and be so grateful
That I am finally one with mother nature
Written by nightbirdblue
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Spring
There must be something in the spring air
As the ice and frost melts from our bones.
Winter is far behind us in the rearview
Mirror. Rosy cheeks and happiness that
Creep in like splattered sunshine. Our hair
Blowing in the wind as there are unknowns
In world, but just like we know spring to
The core we know that there is attraction
To warmer days and flowers blossoming.
There is something truly magical coming.
As the ice and frost melts from our bones.
Winter is far behind us in the rearview
Mirror. Rosy cheeks and happiness that
Creep in like splattered sunshine. Our hair
Blowing in the wind as there are unknowns
In world, but just like we know spring to
The core we know that there is attraction
To warmer days and flowers blossoming.
There is something truly magical coming.
Written by eswaller
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