craft · inspiration · the spoken word · imbas · creation
Upright
The tools are in your hands and the fire is lit. You have everything you need to shape something real. Speak it, write it, make it — the awen is flowing through you now.
Reversed
Your gifts are still there, but you may be hoarding them or doubting their worth. A poem unspoken helps no one, love. The world is waiting for what only you can offer — stop polishing and let it out.
Irish lore
The filí held the highest rank among Irish poets, trained for years in the schools of bardic tradition. Brigid herself was goddess of poetry, and the imbas — the fire of poetic inspiration — was considered a sacred gift not to be squandered.
Read this card with Brigid →
