Loath is he to feel <br />Such emotive trepidation <br />By Taliesin’s own devise <br />Yet, Morgana’s love abounds (with ruby-blackened tears) <br /> <br />Swirling widdershins (in counter-form as so) <br />Brewing West to East (as Merlin decrees) <br />A song of South to North (fire to earth) <br />A solar battle of Toe to Head (waning to waxing) <br /> <br />“For thou hath bruised my temple” <br />Proclaims aloud Lord Hu Gadarn <br />“Yet soon thy heal will I smite” <br />As the wave of Dylan washes ‘pon the Cornish Shores <br /> <br />At the stones of Men an Tol stands he <br />Arthurian Hero, child of Arianrhod, Lancelot as his weird <br />Set alight yet again in a neo-flesh coil <br />Oh! Dearest Isolde….is love with Lord Mark or Tristan? <br /> <br />Druids pound a drum <br />On Tintagel’s Mount <br />Oh! Ye of blessed heart <br />Be loved by She <br />In The Mists of Avalon <br /> <br />The spell is cast from The Cauldron of Plenty <br />Lady Vivian smiles from the deep <br />As Her hand protrudes from bluing lake waters <br />Excaliber (or rather; Caladfwlch – Hard Dinter) is bestowed upon the worthy <br /> <br />As they struggle this perennial solar dance <br />The sword shall pass from West to East <br />South to North…………Toe to Head <br /> <br />Steve Trimmer<br /><br />Steve Trimmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cambrian-tale-in-cornwall-a-bardic-riddle/
