Flying with Blodeuwedd By Christina McClendon Breath deepens In and out. Lungs expand In and out. Eyelids close and the waves appear. As the wave crests, I see Her face. And then She is gone. Another wave comes, again, Her face. The curve of Her smile, the wisps of hair under Her hood, The wide…
By Carole Weave-Lane Upon a moonbeam the Goddess Rhiannon Stood upon the wings of birdsong Enchanting the rocks in the mountain to part Liberating the wild herd Silver flanks and manes flyin’ Hooves that pounded with ghostly precision Silver on the wind Wild their eyes, tails broomstick stiff Frothing at the mouth, Galloping down…
A Visit From Gwynn ap Nudd Or ‘Twas the Night Before Solstice by Natalie Reed Upon the sacred Tor I sit A fire of Oak, Ash, Thorn is lit I close my eyes, ask what I seek Wisdom is not for the meek Tales of mystic hero lore Memories from the days of yore Look…
Fin (the Owl of Cwm Cawlwyd) by Jenny Bates It’s raining, and my dreams of an evening meal feel like a wet discarded rag. It’s a blanket of a day. Wisely, I wrap my disappointment around me and dream of fish; whose fins carry them through water like my wings through air. It’s ironic being…
Meditation in Light and Dark by Kathryn Gordon Prisms glow in fire and squirrels knot themselves on bark. Emerging slowly, branches etch a forest into snow — In this way, all living things grow more vivid in unfertile soil. About the Author: Kathryn has written poetry for many years because it helps her to identify…
Susan Morgaine I come before you To ask you how How I can heal Myself right now My head is down It should be held up I beseech you, my lady, To drink from your cup You have given me the sword Sovereignty is mine But the sword is so heavy The Tor I need…