St. Brigid's Day Acrostic

Topic: Imbolc, St. Brigid's Day, Brigid

A to Z Challenge: Letter I

Poetic Style: Acrostric/Abecedarian

And now for today’s prompt to write an abecedarian poem – a poem with a structure derived from the alphabet. There are a couple of ways of doing this. You could write a poem of 26 words, in which each word begins with a successive letter of the alphabet. You could write a poem of 26 lines, where each line begins with a successive letter. Or finally, if you'd prefer to narrow your focus, perhaps you could write a poem which focuses on a few letters, using words that repeat them.

Brigid's Day



A day of festivals
Brigid, we come to see thee
Come and favour us
Day of dancing and singing
Either all or nothing to give.
Farewell, we bid the Winter
Greetings to the Spring forthcoming and
Home blessings are requested.
Imbolc is your time, Brigid,
Just as the sun rises and
Kairos,
Let us dance under the sunlight.
Merry Meet--
Never waste a chance!
Oh, St. Brigid grace this
Place, this Home
Quietly tread here and
Receive you tribute,
Serendiptous
Tidings to you.
Under Brigid's watch
Verily, we now dance
Waiting for the time
eXpressing love--
You, loving with greatest
Zeal.

Imbolc Poetry: Winter Storm Rising

The Oncoming Storm

 Winter Storm Rising

Low in the sky,

The sun it shines

Through a post apocalyptic clouds

       A glowing golden disc

As the cloudy masses engulf

       And swallow it whole.

I can see nothing through the wispy snow clouds

On a leading edge

With snow and wind blowing

       Across the barren river bed

       And lonely structures guarding against the might.

I continue onward

Pass the houses of the river

Onto the plains

Upon the back of the Squall Mare

         To one side, a Cerulean Blue and dusty grey clouds of  sunset

          To the other, Silver Grey anthropomorphic clouds

 Driving blindly along

 The storm leads me to home.

Winter Sun

Moon and Sun in Wedded Bliss!

On the 1^st day of February

What is it I see?

A storm front following me home,

like a lost puppy.

The days are getting longer,

But the cold winds blow stronger.

With 6 weeks still left of Winter,

We had reached well over the halfway mark

No time to turn back.

It will feel harder to bear

with the cold and frigid.

Easier in the long run

If only you don’t lose hope,

Because Summer always comes.