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Out of…

Out of pain my song rises,Out of the dark.Through the mist it soarsInto the night. Higher and higher it fliesToo high to see,Reaching the unreachableThe unknown. Out of the depth my song risesOut of the dark,Plunging into the waterInto the night. Deeper and deeper it fallsToo deep to feel,Singing still, ringing quietlyIn the halls ofContinue reading “Out of…”

Inheritance

..we inherit things. From my mother, I inherited the spirit. Wild, untamed,Raging as the sea,Deep as the night sky. So was she –So am I. …we inherit things. From my mother, I took the love. All-encompassing,Unconditional,Raging as the sea,Deep as the night sky. So was she –And so am I. She bore me by theContinue reading “Inheritance”

The hosts/ Three by three

Cold is the windThat comes from the west,Dark are the skies:Nuada rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the north,Dark are the skies:The Allfather rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the southDark are the skies:Gwyn ap Nudd rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the eastDark are the skies:The three hosts ride. Three byContinue reading “The hosts/ Three by three”

Remember the stranger

Remember the strangerYou met in the woods,Remember the greenOf the cloak so fine,Remember the stranger,Who came and wentAs softly as comesThe autumn wind. Remember the strangerYou met by the brook,Remember the blueOf the silken threads,Remember the strangerWho came and wentAs swiftly as comesThe springtime rain. Remember the strangerYou met in the glen,Remember the redOf theContinue reading “Remember the stranger”

Gwydion’s song to Lleu

Oak that growsIn vale of tears,Take back your child,And give me mine. Broken and torn,Belied and betrayed,Dies my young hope,Lleu Llaw Gyffes. Broom that bloomsIn vale of blood,Take back your child,And give me mine. Broken and torn,Belied and betrayed,Pierced by the thornsIs Lleu llaw gyffes. Eyebright that bloomsIn vale of death,Take back your heartAnd giveContinue reading “Gwydion’s song to Lleu”

Oak, broom and meadowsweet

Hear me, Lleu ap Gwydion,Hear me, the all seeing one.Heavy is my heart,For it is heldIn oak, broom and meadowsweet. Comfort me, the golden winged,Comfort me, the broken,Unburden my heart,For it is poisonedBy oak, broom and meadowsweet. Strong are the silken websSharp are the thorns,Holding me hostage.Amber eyes have pierced me,And won’t let me be.Continue reading “Oak, broom and meadowsweet”

Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen

Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen,And cut her auburn hair short.She walks by the dayNever flying again,Quite happy to beHer own. Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen,And watches the Dee rolling by.In her eyes – the flashes of autumn,Her arms still longing for flight. Blodeuwedd is renting a houseWith a garden and flower bedsBlodeuwedd rarely smiles,But deepContinue reading “Blodeuwedd has moved to Llangollen”

Milk and honey

Milk and honey.Gold on white. A cup for BraintA bowl for the Tylwyth teg. Milk and honey.Whispers on the wind. Sage and rosemary,Anise and lavender. A cup for CerridwenA bowl for the Fair folk. Broom and meadowsweetGold on pale pink A cup for BlodeueddA loaf of bread for Lleu. Mead and silver,Wine and amber, AContinue reading “Milk and honey”

Y Wyllt

Book 1. CyledrChapter one Cyledr awoke with a start, his hair and forehead  drenched with sweat.  The dream haunted him for months, and no amount of spiced wine could ward it off. He tried rising up, but his body felt numb and strangely uncontrolled, as if he were a  children’s toy, bound to obey theContinue reading “Y Wyllt”