Cyrridven
Can you feel the kiss from the 9 sisters lips,
Who tell of the wisdom and the age before ships,
Can you be devoured by the lady of spell,
Chanting your words sitting above the well,
Holding the silver staff as your stomach boils,
She smiles at you as the world spirals,
Back into the earth see pulls you down,
Your body dissolving from toe to crown,
Some might panic if they do not know,
Thinking in horror they are stuck in show,
Yet to paradise they ride,
On flying horse or boat in stride,
To the land of the 9 apples,
To well of the 9 nuts,
To Cerridwen’s pool where 9 naked beauties,
Blow into the cauldron and 3 sips you take of,
The goblet and cauldron sit on mountain top,
Eat the food of the Tylwyth Teg,
The rising power will not stop,
And then you may forever stay,
But if returning knowledge from cave,
From mother’s womb you break the cage,
With voice inside they sing you praise,
And to the hunt the horns sound as out they race,
For the lady will kiss you with poetic song,
And give you knowledge of what is now gone,
To break beyond bond from culture,
She is the change that brings the future….
Sean Stutzman
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