Blackout Poetry Hollow

The questions grew for me and in me, I want Truth

Forget perfect - be clever when you must and fail with ease

believe that you can be great - that is real magic

the path I’ve found is long - it will keep me turning around, incomplete

the night the air and the sky know our fear

For Inspiration: Brigid’s Cross

Brigid, The Patroness of Poets - Her Christian feast day as a Saint is February 1, and her Pagan sabbat is February 2 (coinciding with Imbolc).

they deceive themselves, They fear to love, to unbar their conscience, to be for themselves unreasonable and weak

I dream of words spoken into infinite space glittering on with heavy beauty, and shadow, and no shame

awake, awake; whose eyes beheld the grave. Go forth beyond the shadow of this dream