Rhiannon Duwies

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.