Brigid Lore
Brigid
1st of February 2016
Her wingspan shrouded in mystery
The small tortoiseshell rubicund
Ebony and golden forewings
Tangerine surged from chrysalis
A ring of blue, her spell, her veil
Little hands fold hollow reeds
The magical childhood craft
Interwoven square with beams
A Eurasian butterfly with four wings
She folds them around blossoms
The little ones, the innocent
Refuge for homeless and landlords
She holds them equally at heart
Sainthood flicks wings of grass
©By Andrea Connolly
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