Day Two of Twelve Days of Devotion to Gwyn ap Nudd

On this second day
I consider Your boyhood,
all the boys you have been.

The boy in the serpent skins
born to transform a land
of bones and gore
into beauty,

Your return
as a wolf cub
or a boy in wolf skins
to Your awenyddion letting us
sit You on our knees,
tell You stories.

How when
You were a babe
You never cried but howled.

There was a little of Your boy in me
when I was growing up –
I always hated dolls, played
with Thundercats and Ninja Turtles
and wrote about characters from
Streetfigher in the back
of my exercise books at school.

There are parts of me that refuse to grow up
and keep returning to the playground
where I swing over the top
of the swings

that are no longer there on Middleforth Green

knowing You will catch me
and take me to
the stars.