Cover art by James Wappel
Brigid, Druidess of the Oak
Shrouded in verdant cloak.
You steal by my door,
With your lantern flame Awakening Spring
I welcome you, and the protection
That you bring
No mask required within Tar agus failte.
No earth, turf, nor sod will hide me,
No fire, sun, nor moon scorch me,
No water, lake, nor sea swamp me,
No air, wind, nor mist ail me,
No fairy Sidhe dare enchant me.
And thus you shield me
You have taken the key
From the Cailleach Beara
And sent her back to winter.
I am but an aging ‘covided’ crone.
With maiden-ness beyond my grasp
Lurking in the 5km margins
Where there be dragons,
but Nature turns to birth,
and I will dance again with the high king.
And feel the sun on my speckled skin.
Tar agus failte.
Mawie Barrett
Mawie Barrett is a Druid who grew up in the Comeragh Mountains in Co Waterford, Ireland. She defines herself as a mountain woman. She believes that there is a language in landscape that seeps into her by osmosis and fires her imagination. Her work is sprinkled with metaphor; the ordinary everyday event trickles out of her subconscious and tells the deeper story. Her forte thusfar is history, which she expresses in fiction and nonfiction. Writing brings Mawie great joy and expression, it is the place where she channels her insights and reflections. Nature, people and travel are her major influences. She blogs too, and you can read more about her here and discover more of her work at www.druidscribe.com.
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