I was a grain of wheat
In Cerridwen’s belly
That grew into a man.
Gwion Bach devoured,
Reborn with a radiant brow.
She sought to inspire
And I was inspired.
Inspiration meant for another,
But fate had other plans.
I stirred her Cauldron of Awen,
Its contents burned
Opening eyes and mind.
I was there
When the universe
Was a white-hot grain,
And will be there
When it is an ice-cold cloud
Spread thin by time.
I was there
In the valley of Rhun,
Before the years had been numbered,
By the shores of sunlight
When the fair ones
First gazed upon the trees.
Category Archive: Poetry
A new poem I wrote about Time is now available at Free Verse Revolution: Counting the Seconds
It comes and goes Like waves crashing On the beach As the tide rolls in, Wearing away rocks […]
The shadow stretches And grows As the sun sets Into the sea, Until all is darkness. From daybreak […]
Fall onto knees Under the shadows, Shivering, suffering, Praying for a way out, Waiting for Gadot, Sir Lancelot, […]
I saw one of Wodan’s ravens — Or was it one of Badb’s crows? — Through dirty bus […]
Smell the salt sea air Sealion laughter echoes Gulls glide in the wind. 4/22/19
Loneliness, Empty Spaces, Within and without, Yearning to be filled. Loneliness, Hollow caverns, Cold and damp, Deep inside […]
My latest poem is now available on the Free Verse Revolution blog: Shadows on the Sea
Very happy to have had another poem posted by Free Verse Revolution: Out of the Shadows
