outstanding imagery ... a felicitous and seasonally appropiate offering ...

YOur imagery and scents are Amazing Kate!
YOur heart is just as Kind!
YOur pen is Golden!
Happy Easter Celebrations!
WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox

Like its subject, a poem rooted in the fertile lore of earthly hagiography even as it extends branches of creative vision into the higher realms of celestial matriarchy and divine promise. Could spend the whole of the Easter weekend writing an essay on MARY, MARY but for now will simply say much gratitude to the poet and her pen,

Aberjhani

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary ..."

Sorry, I just couldn't help myself!

And oh, how her garden did flourish!

Dear Kate, the garden of your poetry is so beautiful and aromatic.

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*

A most timely and appropriate offering for the season, Kate. Your verses inspire the reader. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Love the last stanza KB. Love the word fecund too.

I was noticing on your bio-pic that your cuteness is kinda fecund, and what was gleaned on my end grew into a very lovely and fragrant blossom. Alexandra's an incredible woman isn't she? You two must be related. Sorry, it was in my heart and came out. Peace out Brit gurl ...

Light and Wisdom ...

Darling Alexandra, YOUR wonderful review far outweighs the content and message of this poem. Bless you and thank you for enlarging for us something of the inspiration that was the seed for this write. Ave Maria indeed! And you are her bountiful and beautiful daughter. TY, Kate xx

Beautiful inspirational offering!!

Happy Easter Sis!!

Love Tinka

My dearest Kate, in my fleeting passage, this morning, through AD – this has been one impossibly hectic week! – I can’t help but stopping right here for a few moments, before I have to dash again, to give you a spring-flower scented {{{{{{{{hug}}}}}}}} for this beauty of a poem, so amazingly illustrating what She still is and means in these necks of the woods where I was born and raised – a region where Celtic heritage is so ingrained, that it has survived centuries (or millennia, actually) of other cultural and sociological influences. Here, The Lady is still, indeed, “the green-fingered” One who makes things grow, the bearer of the seed of light, and the tree whose fruits are always plentiful and ripe. She is the Mother who understands and embodies the joys, the healing touch, the hopes and the sorrows of all Mothers and all daughters, and the radiant Spring Maiden of all purity and renewals. Her path is always covered in flower petals, by the women who sing to Her and whisper their confidences to Her – and Her presence is always signaled by light, as well as, sometimes, by white doves. She is the friend, the Wise One, and the Supreme Queen – our first king, who founded this country and set out to expand it from a small city right here in this Celtic North, offered the realm to Her, and yet another king, crowned Her, centuries later, Queen of Portugal (no other queen having, henceforth, worn the royal crown). In addition to this, the vast majority of Portuguese women are named “Maria” – my name, for example, is Maria Alexandra – in honour of the name She got to be known by, but, to all, here, She is, and will be, always, above all names… The Lady. Thank you, sweet Kate, for this wondrous labour of Love. Many more {{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}},
Maria Alexandra*

Very beautiful.

Very inspirational write. Much spirituality. Enjoyed.

Be safe,
Karen

Your words flow like the water of a wave, drawing strength from its roots, increasing in energy until it hurtles itself downward with a powerful forward motion, only to be called back out to the sea to experience a rebirth. Like the eternal circle of life, you miss not a single breath as you entwine this offering into the glorious mysteries of Easter. Exceptional work, Kate.
Take care,
Sherry

Mary indeed wears many faces, and through all her suffering...she represents the purest motherly love
i enjoyed your piece Kate

There is a Mary i can relate to here - resonates Spring - 'effusive petals foaming from pots of bare earth; - liked the birthing run of foaming, stemming, spawning - and - turning, stirring, blowing to close - those beginning 'ings' give so much energy to the piece! the couplets without, a respectful stillness - and then a more gentle passing to close. 'Greenfingered Mary'(loved this) and the 'scapegoat child' is poetry for the season - excellent - Nicky x

Beautiful write, Kate; very well done! BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D

Kate,

This is absolutely gorgeous! You capture the joys, the heartbreaks, the very essence of what MOTHER is. A beautifully moving tribute, excellently penned; BRAVA!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Very meaningful write that fills the page with spirituality that even an old agnostic like myself can feel. Well done Sweet Kate you have captured the very essence of the suffering of all mothers not just the Blessed Mary.

Fee

Beautiful Kate! It's really moving.

"and there’s a soul-stirring wind"

Selah my friend!

Bill

Her eyelids always sadness red,
her parched and poor heart blue.

A most powerful reminder of what she must have had to endure, as well as her son.

Such gentleness in this, passion week poem. How brave the women were, whilst most the blokes ran and hid...

....and there’s a soul-stirring wind
that whistles there still:
‘tis the Saviour’s Breath blowing
‘cross the mound known as Grace. <-----Brilliance.. All that suffering, in loves name...

Thank you for this beautiful reminder.

absolutely beautiful-filled with images, it leaves me full of emotion

Kate,

A beautiful tribute to The Queen of Grace. The Mother of Sorrow.