A mischievous little ekphrastic poem I made based on The Druidess by Odilon Redon. Comments and concrit are always welcome. Please enjoy!


Imbolc


The druidess startles

when her mentor mutters,

For feck's sake, and plucks

a Brigit's cross out of his coat pocket.

.

RTE One is on the telly,

paints them on a special interest

story with the Faughart shrine

just up the road.

.

She strides past her mentor

into the backyard.

Six masked figures stand

around the patio table,

heads tilted over their mobiles.

Hi, Mrs. Nolan.

Hi, ya.

.

Dusk stretches over Dundalk

from the Irish sea. She shivers

under her robe and waits

for the archdruid to bring

his wife's scented jar candles.

.

A single lick of light clings

to its wick while the first

flecks of daffodils rise with the smoke

between one eavestrough

and the next.