Awakening the North

Great Hill from Brindle

 

 

 

To Brigantia:

Goddess of the North
We survived another winter
Alive in your spirit,
Consuming hearth fire

Running searing inspiration
From springs on the moors,
Millstone grit in our bones,
Iron in our blood,

Harshness now tempered
With flowers white and soft
As poets work your soul forge
Awakening the North.

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