An interpretation of the story of Ceridwen’s Cauldron and Gwion Bach who went on to become known as Taliesin!
Baleful with knowledge,
A fervent desire burns in her eyes.
With charms written backwards,
She gives us long tasks.
It’s her will.
We sit at the cauldron stirring dark liquids
As moons chase sun after sun from the hills.
The cauldron is split.
She screams in her fury.
Vicious elixir spills out on the land
Parching the lake.
All of her wishes taken from her.
Disappointed, tyrannical mother,
Who spurs on her children, as if to their ruin,
Giving, by this, the magical spark
The three precious drops
Bright knowledge and wisdom
Three drops to shine in the pitiless dark.
For this she will chase you.
Chase you through dreams.
There is no escape.
Turning to meet her, tired of the race,
Looking the dark hag straight in the face
My eyes newly opened
I see there another
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