I sing praise to the Fair folk, To the Tylwyth Teg, To the infinite ones. I sing praise to the One Who governs the mists, The hidden one. I sing praise to the Wise ones, To the ancient and bright, To the gracious. I sing praise to the King of old, Clad in silver andContinue reading “I sing to the Fair ones”
Author Archives: aneuringwynn
Ellyllon
Here we all stand, at the end of the worlds colliding with each other. We face the imminent- and we cannot accept it. The words meet and part, as in dancing, one movement after the next, one glance pursuing another. We face the dance with trembling hearts, as we don’t know where it goes. WeContinue reading “Ellyllon”
When the time comes/Barddas
When the time comes For the bard to leave The hills open And the Neighbors greet him As if he were one of their own. When the time comes For the bard to flourish The hills open And the Fair ones bless him With the gift of the flowing verse. When the time comes ForContinue reading “When the time comes/Barddas”
The Lord of the Depths
My arms turn into wings, feathers cover them. My voice is no longer human, but that of a bird, hoarse, raspy, dark. This bird does not – cannot – will not utter any song except chilling, haunting one – that of a raven call, neither melodious, nor alluring. Liminal. Otherworldly. Deathly. The raven shakes itsContinue reading “The Lord of the Depths”
Cynefin
You are calling me. Incessantly, beating wildly in my ears, haunting me, following me, no matter where I go. Your words echo in my heart, weaving glistening spirals, drawing endless paths through deep forests. Your tales come alive in my every dream, your voice sings in my head, charming and bewitching me, no matter whereContinue reading “Cynefin”
Gwydion’s song
Ask me not to make you wise, I shall not Ask me not of strength- I shall not give it Ask me not of riches, I shall never grant them. Ask me instead of the clear path And everything you need shall be there Ask me not to teach you How to read the signs-Continue reading “Gwydion’s song”
The voices
The voices are calling us,Me and you,Telling us not to break the connection,To follow the starsIn their endless searchOf the moon, cold and distant,And yet beautiful,To see the truthThat lies hidden deep within,To hold on, and never change the route,Like we once did.Like Ophelia, in a dress all wet,And flowers in my hair,I reach outContinue reading “The voices”
Where
Where are those who swore they loved me,When the storm gathers its clouds and the lightning comes to pierce the past?Where are those who swore their loyalty for hundreds of times,When the world leaves me by night, becoming one dark shadow on the wall?Where are those whom I loved too much to bear?Where are they,Continue reading “Where”
The gift of grapes and apples
The room is dimly lit and smells of spruces, spices and ancient books. In the flickering candlelight, tall bookshelves seem more distant than they perhaps are, and a dark wooden table is before me. A tall, hooded figure stands there, beckoning me. ‘Come closer. I have been expecting you ‘ The voice is soft, quietContinue reading “The gift of grapes and apples”
Christmas eve and what comes after
Funny enough this year’s Christmas eve is the first one without any rush to it. All the times before were hectic, lonely or too painful, chaotic or lacking in magic – and this one is much calmer. Perhaps, it is due to my second pregnancy or just the general slowing down, but somehow the magicContinue reading “Christmas eve and what comes after”
Into the Unknown 