Saturday, 30 January 2010

5th Annual Poetry for Brigid Event


Feel free to copy the following to your blog/facebook/website and spread the word. Let poetry bless the blogosphere once again!




  • 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. Please pass this invitation on.

I have participated in this event for the last couple of years. This year I'm posting early again as I have a busy week ahead. The poem I have selected I found in an anthology called 'Sweet Singers, An Anthology of Carmarthenshire Poems'. I love that it originated in my neck of the woods! I also like the subject matter (the magic that can arise from darkness), as it feels right for me personally at this time in my life, and also at a time of year (Imbolc) when we celebrate the returning light and the end of the dark days of winter.



Alchemy


We are in a state of continual transformation: fresh atoms are continually being reincorporated in us, while others that we received beforehand escape from us.


('De l'Infinito', Giordano Bruno)



Wonderful, what will come out of darkness:


stars, owl voices, sleep;



water, green shoots, bird's eggs


with their own curved darkness;



gemstones; a whole and perfect child


from my unseen recesses; delight



from behind shut lids, finding each other,


fingers and tongues made delicate by night.



Great magic's performed after sunset.



Old alchemists conjuring angels,


witches dancing spirals under the moon;



drum-shamans, their spirit journeys;


three nights in a tomb



Staging a resurrection. Transformations


taking place out of ordinary sight.



Daylight gives us boundaries, fixes


everything. The world separates


into colours and chemicals, figures


and faces. Surfaces appear solid


reliable, unconfused. We can see


to operate complex machinery.


Only darkness permits mixing



of elements, stirring of essences


in secret, combing dark and bright


into new patterns while we sleep; so dawn


finds us transformed, shifted.



Star-particles link us with trees


dolphins and stones, travel through us



creating the universe. Base matter



becomes gold: in the Cauldron


of Annwyn, in the crucible of mind



we're all magicians. The Hidden Stone,


Elixir of Life, eludes us; we've lost



the art of working through touch


with invisible forces: but as darkness



rises, and we grope wildly, perhaps


out of chaos the magic will come right.



- Hilary Llewellyn Williams



4 comments:

Eigon said...

That's beautiful. Sorry I missed the Event this year - hope I remember next year!

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