Devotions

MERERID

Water seeps up through Earth,
Pools into a well or
Streams away from the source.

Here is the Chalice of Rosmerta
Never empty as you cup the flow
With generous hands.

It is sweet water
It is fragrant mead
It is all the world’s treasure

For us to taste
But not to hoard
For only in your cup is it held.

~*~

RIGANTONA

A horse glides like cloud
across the land, no sound
but an intake of breath

Held in suspense\par
of your coming, expectant
for the gift of Summer

Promised on each blossoming bough\par
of blackthorn … apple … hawthorn:
the scents of your coming, gathering

Strength each week, each day
of the springing year until
the splendid opening of the Rose.

Author: Greg Hill

Awenydd/Poet, Cultural Critic View all posts by Greg Hill