CERIDWEN AT THE ECLIPSE (25/10/22)
Crooked as the moon, as the moonlit river.
Silver to the horizon and daylight’s tempered glow.
Above our heads, a cauldron full of seething stars.
We are dipped head-first, dyed blue and golden,
White as bone and new again.
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A still pool of light that waves lap.
Connected, the moments coagulate,
Combine under wisdom’s gravity.
One drop contains all, and all that is needed,
Not perfection, but the headlong dance of life,
Falling into itself, lost and rebounding.
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I have forgotten everything but my name,
And now that, too, is slipping away.
What remains is not matter but memory,
Sly, sliding dreams, seeds stirring.
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My song all things sing.
My cooking pot bubbles gently.
You run by my rules, my rhythms.
Child, you are as dark and you are light,
And raucous as starlings, as flippant as seagulls.
Hawk hunting, hare racing, Time devouring,
So you can grow your own wings.
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simonhlilly 