My mother’s name is Brigid, though everyone knows her as Ida, named as almost every Irish person used to be, after a saint. St Brigid, one of the patron saints of Ireland, whose feast day is today, the old Irish imbolc, the first day of spring. Much to my own surprise I found a poem about Brigid rising a while ago. I saved it for today. It’s in the style of the old Irish poetry, the oldest vernacular poetry in Europe. ~~~~~ Queen of queens, they called her in the old books, the Irish Mary. Never washed her hands nor her head in sight…Continue reading
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