you take me back to what is raw,
glacial plains of horror,
the obnoxious beauty of it all
to beyond the ice age
when millennia ago we met
when the universe drew breath,
when the binding song coalesced.
You came as cold wind
and your inspiration was death.
You are the muse that moves the forest,
the ice that strips the hills,
the hunt that runs without flesh or bone
by the force of its boreal will.
Your voice is the chill that keeps me alive,
the poem that sparkles when all else dies.
When frost rimes my window I cannot forget
you were there at my beginning
and will greet me again at the end.
Lorna Smithers is an awenydd, Brythonic polytheist and devotee of Gwyn ap Nudd recovering lost stories of the land and myths of forgotten gods and leaving Signposts in the Mist. She is the author of Enchanting the Shadowlands, editor of A Beautiful Resistance: The Fire is Here and a contributor to Awen ac Awenydd, Dun Brython, and Gods & Radicals.
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