Sink

Sink,
like the last breath of consciousness
before death,
before birth,
Sink,
like stone in the wooden bucket
dips for renewal,
dips for healing
in Brigid’s well.

~Pamela V Jones ©2017

This is my 8th year contributing to the Silent Poetry Festival  which has been going on since 2006, and has become a wonderful, international event, with people posting poems in honor of Brigid on their blogs, Facebook, Twitters, Tumblrs, and other such devices.

Details here.