For February 1st, Candlemas, the Light Returns

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Imbolc – Poem for Brigid

 

 

February steps in cool,

clear light glances through doorways.

She leans on the threshold,

her eyes spark bright.

 

She brings green shoots,

the promise of fresh sillion in fields.

We still hear winter’s song, but draw

close to the fire with a smile.

 

Brigid is come with her blessing,

the earth breathes.

 

 

 

poem and photograph Rose Cook

The Gifts – wishing you all a clear Solstice full of light

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The Gifts

 

 

It is true there are things that were unexpected, that this

was not the long, happy unfolding we thought it would be.

Some things will never be the same

and even our little cat lies under the apple tree.

Yet, I am filled with the Gladness of Living

and place my blessings out where we can see them,

a kind of counting, or accounting of the year.

 

On to the table, I place –

 

the savage fur of grief, the grace of tears,

a meal left in a box by my door,

mornings of atlantic dawn,

all birds’ flight,

small hands making cards, yellow her favourite colour,

a box of eggs tied with red ribbon,

a bunch of sweet-peas, lovingly grown,

the crows’ squawk outside,

your whisper: I am going to make it.

that you were right.

the rain on our skin, a day by the sea,

the sudden rise of laughter round the table,

that here we are together, a family,

changed, opened

that we are not undone

meals shared, a floor strewn with toys,

the quiet growing into being of another child,

a young owl’s cry in the night.

 

 

 

poem and photograph Rose Cook

A Fanfare of Contemporary Women Poets

I am delighted to be included in a new anthology Fanfare: Poems by Contemporary Women Poets edited by Wendy French & Dilys Wood and published by Second Light Publications  www.secondlightlive.co.uk  It is a rich book, full to bursting with many fine women poets.

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Falling On My Feet

 

 

Crow swings on peanuts.

In the cold and bright,

he looks like a black flag.

 

The sun has come out,

a lemon light that happens

at this time of year.

 

I am falling on my feet,

coming to land, the hush of the breath,

all things written through with light.

 

 

 

 

 

also pub in Notes From A Bright Field – Rose Cook (Cultured Llama 2013)

poem and photo Rose Cook