prose – Page 10 – Into the Unknown

When he calls

When he calls, the day darkens. Clouds gather, and the northern wind comes. When he calls, the true hearts answer. The air is full of horses cantering, galloping, neighing. Silver bells ring in the distance only to grow quiter upon approaching. When he calls, nothing else can matter. Nothing else does, nothing ever will. HisContinue reading “When he calls”

Sometimes

Sometimes,talking to you is like traversing the wide woods. You are infinite, endless, beguiling, entrancing- with millions of voices you call, with thousands you answer. Sometimes, walking with you is like breathing freely after suffocating for days on end. Eyes open wide, lungs open up, and all the clutter disappears. Calmness reigns where nervousness onceContinue reading “Sometimes”

We all serve him

We all serve him,but we perceive him differently. Sometimes he is tall, dark and solemn, sometimes his hair is silvery white, and his face reminds of the ancient Roman statues in their calm serenity. At times he is silent and reassuring, and at times- compassionate and soft spoken, but whichever guise he chooses, he isContinue reading “We all serve him”

Lleu my Lleu/ Gwydion’s lament

Lleu my Lleu,Won’t you come down,Won’t you come back? Lleu, my Lleu,Hear me sing,Hear me sing to you. Lleu my LleuDo you remember,Do you remember me? Lleu my LleuI have nurtured you,I have brought you down. Lleu my LleuMy only son,My golden boy, my all, Lleu my LleuLet me mend you,Let me tend to yourContinue reading “Lleu my Lleu/ Gwydion’s lament”

Patiently, I wait

For the Wild Hunt I wait, for the clouds are gathering. Patiently, I wait, for that is the hardest lesson of all. For the Wild Hunt I wait, for my Lord if approaching fast, and I can hear him in the distance. For the Wild Hunt I wait, for this day is the day heContinue reading “Patiently, I wait”

My lady Sybil is pining away

My lady Sybil is pining away. Her face is all ashen, her fair hair – uncombed. My lady Sybil is pining away. She scarcely sleeps, and she seldom speaks. My lady Sybil is pining away. She spends all her days a-wandering the woods. My lady Sybil is pining away. She’s no longer fairest, My Lord,Continue reading “My lady Sybil is pining away”

Gweddi y coed/ Prayer of the woods

As I enter your woods,My Lord Gwyn,White king of the mists,I ask your forgivenessFor crossing the boundaryUnknowingly. I ask your permissionTo enter your realmAnd leave it unharmed.If it be your will,My Lord Gwyn,Let me cross the boundary. Here I stand, My Lord,On your threshold,Waiting for a signBe kind, My Lord Gwyn,Be mercifulAnd let me pass.Continue reading “Gweddi y coed/ Prayer of the woods”

I’ve lived through many ages

I’ve lived through many ages; I’ve seen men cry, and wail, and crumble. I’ve seen men swear, curse and lie. I’ve seen men lose, gain and take by force. Through the eyes of the Wild woods I watched them struggle. Through the eyes of the white stag I watched them run and hide. Through theContinue reading “I’ve lived through many ages”

Blodeuwedd

Why are you troubled, flower-face? Do you not know how men’s hearts quicken at your approach? Why do you sigh, flower-child? Do you not see how his eyes turn stormy grey when yours are filled with sorrow? Why do you worry, stardust maiden? Do you not hear his heart break each time you look away?Continue reading “Blodeuwedd”

Y Bryn gwyn/ The white hill

I close my eyes and drift away to a place I feel as keenly as I would any place i know. Covered in mists, surrounded by waters, somewhere far up ahead of me, I see it. The white hill. Shining as a diamond in the sun, whiter than swans gliding on the Llyn Tegid, itContinue reading “Y Bryn gwyn/ The white hill”