Rhiannon Dewies
or Pearlescent Grey
Her breath
of mountain Stream
Between the braided worlds,
twilight-curled
Breathed around the day,
Inhaled the edged air
Where evening threads
the slumber-town.
She pure conscious shines
Exhales
Lifting her lunar light
She rides the equine moon
side saddle up past the 'Sglodi'.
Left at the Twmp
Past Evans the butcher
Clatters by Grace Church and Ffordd Dwr,
Canters up Narbeth high street
Her image reflecting in boutique windows, shimmering translucent
She Floats over the sinking real
And high there into the air
She ascends
Up Llys Don way
Toward Caer Syddi
the town enthralled
Bellow Turns Mythic.
We tried to catch
as catch can
But no mater how fast
We ran Or for how long
Past the shops Between the cars,
She was always far
Always just beyond
between the interlacing worlds
with strange delirium
We ran bare foot
down the middle of the road
in the blue-night haze
Past Arcturus
Toward the great cauldron-bear
Always her far off stare
Never for my arms
Never close to kiss
Never to touch
Never to reach the end of her stay
The goddess of the deep rifted time
Shining in both worlds
her royal pearlescent grey.
