KERRIDWEN STIRS HER CAULDRON

KERRIDWEN STIRS HER CAULDRON

The Green Man exposes himself

but nobody notices

whilst Kerridwen stirs her cauldron

in the deep thrum of the cuckoo vibrato wood

the ground sun-dappled

sour with sorrel

lazy with squirrels

where lovers walk hand-fasted

bruising dog violets indigo

born-again pagans

worshiping the day and

primroses erupt from elbows

of mossy oak trees

standing alone

brooding on other Springs

ferns on their shoulders

lichen lacing

the deep gouged wounds of

once upon a passion Cupid's hearts

arrows long spent

Farewell my lover

fare thee well

for nothing lasts