She did pass in the trees, tinkling a tickle-whisper,
And was in the flame, yes, when I’ve
pleaded and wished and prayed and
But this time, no moaning:
just the urge, to deep and dark and drowning.
This time, my eye is to the well.
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Image: St. Brigid’s Well by Erin Brierley – some rights reserved
Lovely! Thank you and Brigid blessings to you!