Blossoming Bones Mystery School has launched its first class, The Cauldron of Cerridwen. I’m incredibly excited about this.
And so, I have written a poem from Gwion’s perspective.
Then she began to boil the cauldron, which from the beginning of its boiling might not cease to boil for a year and a day, until three blessed drops were obtained of the grace of Inspiration. And she put Gwion Bach the son of Gwreang of Llanfair in Caereinion, in Powys, to stir the cauldron, and a blind man named Morda to kindle the fire beneath it, and she charged them that they should not suffer it to cease boiling for the space of a year and a day. And she herself, according to the books of the astronomers, and in planetary hours, gathered every day of all charm-bearing herbs. ~ Taliesin, from The Mabinogion by Lady Charlotte Guest, 1877
Gwion finds gainful employment
by Amoret BriarRose
I show up
herbs being added
by Her nimble hands
for it feels like forever
being made in the brew
and this moment, too
just this moment being made
by the fire and the water
and her naked need
and my tired arms
stars wheeling through the night
© 2014 Amoret BriarRose. All rights reserved.
Image: The Gundestrup Cauldron by mararie – some rights reserved