| Notes ▶︎ She is an ancient forest; Grey ash and green beech, With dancing birch And the bright red berried rowan. She is a bramble growing On a mound of bones. She is a creeping root, Remembering. She is both terrible and beautiful Both dark and fair And her soul is of the earth, belonging There rooted in stone and seed. Black and pitiless. She has many names Rhiannon of the underworld, Blodeuwedd of the owls, Angharad of the lake and Carridwen the shape changer But she is all and one. She has the same purpose as the land Creation and death She gives life and destroys it. |