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My poem, Blodeuwedd, published in The Dawntreader

My poem, Blodeuwedd, published in The Dawntreader

My poem, Blodeuwedd, has been published in the Spring 2015 ( 030 ) Issue of The Dawntreader, a quarterly poetry magazine, published by Indigo Dreams Publishing. Blodeuwedd was inspired by the tale of Math Son of Mathonwy in The Mabinogion, a collection of 13th Century Welsh mythological stories. My poem, Searching For The Sangreal, was published in the Summer 2013 ( 023 ) Issue of The Dawntreader, my poem, The Fair Majesty of Folk At Peace, was published in the Spring 2014 ( 026 ) Issue, and my two poems, Sigurd and Windmill and Rainbow, in the Winter 2014/2015 ( 029 ) Issue.

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Blodeuwedd

Welsh wizards, Math and Gwydyon,
conspired together, met in a wood,
to form a woman out of flowers,
petals of oak, broom, meadowsweet,
so she woke, more fair than spring
song of birds when leaves
drip and shine with showers.

Later, Gwydyon regretted the act,
for as the wife of Lleu,
she did deeds not fair but foul,
renamed her Blodeuwedd,
and changed her into an owl.

Now she hoots all through
the black dark night,
among the trees and ruined towers,
and longs to be a woman fair again,
made of woodland flowers.

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Two of my poems published in The Dawntreader

Two of my poems, Sigurd and Windmill and Rainbow, have been published in The Dawntreader, a quarterly poetry magazine, published by Indigo Dreams Publishing: Website and Bookshop: http://www.indigodreams.co.uk
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My poem, Searching For The Sangreal, was published in the 023 Summer 2013 issue of the same magazine, my poem, The Fair Majesty of Folk at Peace was published in the 026 Summer 2014 issue, and now Sigurd and Windmill and Rainbow in the 029 Winter 2014/2015 issue. So in this month of January, 2015, my poem, What The Shepherds Saw, was published in my local newspaper, the Liverpool Echo, my poem, Song For Luthien Tinuviel, was published in Mallorn, the Journal of the Tolkien Society, and my two poems, Sigurd and Windmill and Rainbow were published in The Dawntreader.

                                                     Sigurd

Listen. Thunder clouds,
herds of black bison
stampede silent space.
Wait. Relief of rain.
Hut folk from windows watch
lashed land, hardened face.
Trauma. When storm broke,
something slept in a sudden woke.
Loom weaver hand mosaic moved,
bright beads changed place.
Wake. Birds spread wings in water.
Air clear. Survivors show gratitude
for given grace.
Blow horn. Names of mighty men remain.
Sword of Sigurd the dragon Fafnir slain.

                         Windmill and Rainbow

Windmill and rainbow,
noon light and shadow,
canal and meadow,
busy stone worker,
mirror on water,
brush stroked by Turner.
Another world lensed,
I cannot enter,
only gaze on from outside,
stood still in my corner,
wishing I could walk in,
step over the border,
explore what lies beyond frames,
where there are colours and shapes,
too new to have names.
Somewhere, find an inn,
for bread, beer and bed,
quietly, upstairs, sleep in a loft.
Morning, at the window,
smile on more than windmill and rainbow,
journey on, further and deeper,
onlooker no longer. 

Searching For The Sangreal

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                                                 Searching For The Sangreal

 

Farewell, my lord, King Arthur,
this may be my last farewell,
I go on the quest you gave us,
I go searching for the Sangreal.

This task is great you gave us,
one so worthy of our name,
I’ve a token of my true love,
for I may never see her again.

Searching for the Sangreal,
our Lord’s Holy Grail.
Searching for the Sangreal
in my shining mail.

Sir Galahad you dubbed me,
all at your fair table round.
A dragon’s head I gave thee
that I slew on dark, burning ground.

Searching for the Sangreal,
our Lord’s Holy Grail.
Searching for the Sangreal
in my shining mail.

I stand before a tower,
it shines ruby, sapphire light,
and I walk across the drawbridge,
and kneel before tall angels bright.

Farewell, my lord, farewell, my lord,
this is my last farewell.
I achieved the quest you gave us,
I have seen the Sangreal.

( Searching For The Sangreal was published in the Summer 2013 issue of The Dawntreader, a quarterly poetry magazine, published by Indigo Dreams Publishing: http://www.indigodreams.co.uk   Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/indigodreamspublishing