While I am away, I am sharing some of the poetry for Brighid that was posted this week in Her honor. Drink deep from this beauty and fill the wells of your inspiration.
HEART TO HEART
by Rita Dove
It’s neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn’t melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can’t feel
pain,
yearning,
regret.
It doesn’t have
a tip to spin on,
it isn’t even
shapely–
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
lopsided,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
its dull tattoo:
I want, I want–
but I can’t open it:
there’s no key.
I can’t wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it’s all yours now–
but you’ll have
to take me,
too.
This year’s contribution from Reya Mellicker, who started the annual Brigid in the Blogosphere Poetry Slam.
This is beautiful!