Song: An Imbolc Tale

An Imbolc Tale
By: Deirdre M. Murphy

Come light a candle to remind us Spring will come
Come share a song, a dance, a rhythm on the drum
I’ll share a story on this frigid winter night,
The tale of a Goddess who would rather work than fight.

CHORUS:..........I am the fire in the poet’s heart
........................I am the passion from which all new things start
........................Whether you shape words or metals,.I am the flame
........................If you create something new, you invoke my name.

The Gods assembled to see which one was best
They held seven contests to see who could beat the rest
But Brighid stayed home, and stoked her hearth fires hot
With dinner cooking, planning beauty in her thought.

CHORUS

The tricksters told tall tales, none willing to concede
The Gods of weather made rain--more than anyone could need
The Goddesses of beauty preened while Hunters trapped and slew
While Brighid wrote a song, made bread, and set the mead to brew

CHORUS

At last, the war-Gods gave up, bruised and tired and sore
The Gods of sex and those of harvest vied no more
Worn out, the Gods all turned to the Judges with a sigh,
But the Gods of Wisdom fought and declared the games a tie.

CHORUS

Then Brighid rang a bell, new-forged in her hearth fire
The Gods and Goddesses found a feast to soothe their ire
And Brighid sang her song, which praised each one in turn
They cheered her as the best; gave her the winner’s urn.

CHORUS

Copyright ©2000 (April 19) Deirdre M. Murphy. Most Rights Reserved.
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Edit:  If you want chords, contact me.  I'm willing to share, but not to spend an hour fiddling to get them over the right words in LJ.

Song: An Imbolc Tale

An Imbolc Tale
By: Deirdre M. Murphy

Come light a candle to remind us Spring will come
Come share a song, a dance, a rhythm on the drum
I’ll share a story on this frigid winter night,
The tale of a Goddess who would rather work than fight.

CHORUS:..........I am the fire in the poet’s heart
........................I am the passion from which all new things start
........................Whether you shape words or metals,.I am the flame
........................If you create something new, you invoke my name.

The Gods assembled to see which one was best
They held seven contests to see who could beat the rest
But Brighid stayed home, and stoked her hearth fires hot
With dinner cooking, planning beauty in her thought.

CHORUS

The tricksters told tall tales, none willing to concede
The Gods of weather made rain--more than anyone could need
The Goddesses of beauty preened while Hunters trapped and slew
While Brighid wrote a song, made bread, and set the mead to brew

CHORUS

At last, the war-Gods gave up, bruised and tired and sore
The Gods of sex and those of harvest vied no more
Worn out, the Gods all turned to the Judges with a sigh,
But the Gods of Wisdom fought and declared the games a tie.

CHORUS

Then Brighid rang a bell, new-forged in her hearth fire
The Gods and Goddesses found a feast to soothe their ire
And Brighid sang her song, which praised each one in turn
They cheered her as the best; gave her the winner’s urn.

CHORUS

Copyright ©2000 (April 19) Deirdre M. Murphy. Most Rights Reserved.
______________________________

As always, I love to hear from you!

Edit:  If you want chords, contact me.  I'm willing to share, but not to spend an hour fiddling to get them over the right words in LJ.

Fireborn: Too Quiet

Welcome!  For anyone new to Fireborn, the first installment is Wings on His Fingers.

MIST

The rest of the day was pretty quiet, which did not help Mist's mood any. She had lots of time to look for Orchid, and worry about her. The older boys had been sent off fishing, and when Mist tried following the directions Lotus gave her, she couldn’t see them from the air. Which either meant that they were deep underwater or had taken a typical teenage option--heading in the direction they wanted to, rather than the one their elders had chosen.

She flew here and there, helping people with tasks, answering questions, trying to calm fears. No one knew where Orchid was, and by the end of the day, she didn’t even have to ask. The grownups all volunteered that they hadn’t seen her, offering sympathy or scolding her that she shouldn’t let such a baby fly free. Patiently, she told each person that Orchid wasn’t as young as they thought, and assured them that Orchid wouldn’t get lost anywhere within two days’ flight of Sunlit Aerie, much less within Sunlit’s territory. And then she thanked them for their sympathy.
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Fireborn: Too Quiet

Welcome!  For anyone new to Fireborn, the first installment is Wings on His Fingers.

MIST

The rest of the day was pretty quiet, which did not help Mist's mood any. She had lots of time to look for Orchid, and worry about her. The older boys had been sent off fishing, and when Mist tried following the directions Lotus gave her, she couldn’t see them from the air. Which either meant that they were deep underwater or had taken a typical teenage option--heading in the direction they wanted to, rather than the one their elders had chosen.

She flew here and there, helping people with tasks, answering questions, trying to calm fears. No one knew where Orchid was, and by the end of the day, she didn’t even have to ask. The grownups all volunteered that they hadn’t seen her, offering sympathy or scolding her that she shouldn’t let such a baby fly free. Patiently, she told each person that Orchid wasn’t as young as they thought, and assured them that Orchid wouldn’t get lost anywhere within two days’ flight of Sunlit Aerie, much less within Sunlit’s territory. And then she thanked them for their sympathy.
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