A Poem for Calan Mai
Two gods fight. Two dragons circle the sky.
A scream is in my mouth – soon my god will be gone.
He dies so the bluebells, mayflowers, hawthorn blossoms thrive,
baby birds pecking from eggs stumbling pink into the dawn.
There will be a victory tonight and there will be a wedding.
There will be a death tonight and there will be a burial.
Whilst lovers dance the maypole and tryst in the woods
I will walk alone without a bouquet and in silence
down forgotten paths to the castle of cold stone
where winter is entombed while summer rules
to pay my regards in tears of dew and mourning songs
amongst the kindly fay, the winged horses, the howling hounds.
While others laugh at the wedding I will weep at the funeral.
I will bury two dragons in the stone chest of my heart.
The Sanctuary of Vindos 
Beautiful poem
This is so very powerful, Lorna. I love the concise language, the rich imagery and silences of all the words you might have used, but in your poetic, awenic wisdom refrained from uttering in this instance.
Thank you 🙂
I am much moved by this.
The way you end with the buried dragons is both powerful in the immediate context and resonant of wider mythological significance.