Thy Ceridwen
Thou ceridwen
beautiful and most fair
seek thy knowledge
in the witches lair-
Keeper of wisdom
poetry and creed
magic moonlight
carrier of the ravens seed-
Creirwy, Morfan and Taliesin
blessed children that you are
gifts from the Gods
as fallen stars-
But my son Morfan
his fate so sad
to look upon his
countenance really bad-
A brew I made
for my dear son
so the people
my child they would not shun-
A year and a day
so long to make
but with my words
inclusion his heart
to take-
But my servant I sent
to watch over the brew
foolish mistake
for in doing this
of the potion he did take-
A rabbit he turned into
and I a greyhound
silently gave chase
without making a sound-
So he became a fish
and into the river he went
I an otter
his life now spent-
Foolish he turned into a bird
so I became a hawk
never getting weary
not saying a word-
Tired as he was
into a grain of corn
he became
he should have realized
he would never be the same-
For I in my wisdom
became a hen
eating the corn
in the sinners den-
Nine months later
a child was born
I weary and worn
but to him I could
not make myself kill
so I wrapped him in cloth
and threw him in the water
that maybe he might have a chance
at life still-
Found he was
and so lived he
to become the Poet
Taliesin virtuous and free
a great writer
he shall be known for
all eternity-
Copyright © Angel Padua | Year Posted 2010
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