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sadbhkellett · 6 days ago
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Delighted for my poem to have been chosen as one of the winning poems of Boyne Berries' instapoetry competition for Poetry Day Ireland!
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sadbhkellett · 26 days ago
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Draíocht Artists: Sadbh Kellett and Étáin Collins Producer: Karen McCabe Date and Time: May 13th - 15th 2021 at 2.00pm daily. Draíocht is a new commission by folklore and mythology researcher and writer, Sadbh Kellett, exploring the triad of personas of the pagan goddess, Brigid - Brigid of Spring, Brigid of the Forge, and Brigid of Women. Each monologue explores the perceptions we have of Brigid’s mythology and translates her story into modern day, through English and Irish. Presented over three afternoons, this video trilogy of spoken word, folk song and local footage captured from the Meath landscape is designed to bring a fresh take on some of the ancient stories that our culture has to offer.
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sadbhkellett · a month ago
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Have been working on something very exciting for the Out of Orbit Festival coming to Earth in May 2021!
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sadbhkellett · a month ago
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Available now at https://sonderlit.com/shop/ and in the Winding Stair Bookshop https://winding-stair-bookshop.myshopify.com/! 
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sadbhkellett · 11 months ago
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Thrilled to have been a part of Paper Lantern’s Online Open Mic Fundraser tonight! 
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sadbhkellett · 11 months ago
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Honoured for my short story “Brigid and the Bard” to be included in issue 13 of Silver Apples Magazine! Available for purchase today! 
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sadbhkellett · 2 years ago
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I am a willow, Grandmother, nymph, old spirit. I was once a seed, dancing in the heavens, Hanging from the nightingale’s shut beak. My clutch weak, My spirit boundless and ready for I was - Nothing and nothing meant everything. Nothing meant I could let go, let my weak hold go I would fall to earth and Find my place.
I am a willow, an old goddess. My thick folds of hair hide it all; Me, you, the rustling squirrels – the Nightingale. But I was once a sapling, I was once young and thin, Frail in a place I had not yet earned, Exposed to every flood, every gust Wind sent my way - I should not be here for I was not here before. Wind was saying, young sapling, grow tall and thin and you fall. Bury deep roots and demand your place here - You will grow. -
I am a willow. I am the thick tree by the water, my legs dug deep in the earth, My bark broad, my sap strong. With every year I draw my lot out - With each marked ring, each swish of my green mane. I grow in earth; I grow, I grow – I grow naturally as natural needs me to be. I am a willow - the wise, wild witch. If I be otherwise; there is no willow.
- “Willow” by Sadbh Kellett
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sadbhkellett · 3 years ago
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Call me Gaia When I call at your homestead Call to those you slaughtered and silenced. Beg mercy Are not my sacred shrines slashed Enough – The song of death is silence. Call me Danú. Wraith, are you not aware I too am learnèd in silencing? Remember You too can so simply burn Your dwellings can so simply shake – and break. O, our land Where shepherds kill the sheep Ireland, where the colour red runs deep.
“Hedge Cutting”, Nemesis, Ed. I, Sadbh Kellett
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sadbhkellett · 3 years ago
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I left behind - a sprawling green country - Twisting lanes lined with oak, beech and ash; Their five-fingers spread, touched by fire. Druids come late from copses Search for their fleeing god, Their church a fragment Long lost to us Heathens of Broken Earth.
The Earth Elegy, Sadbh Kellett
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