In my tapestry of December days
many silver threads catch star-light
and gold skeins catches the soft-slipped
sunshine as it starts its winter slide.
Hope and tiredness elide in dreams
and nudge my inner eyes toward
renewal, following hibernation. I long
to see love in old friends’ eyes, even
as we tussle with our politics and ride
the waves of crazy stormings tides.
Stock still, on a rock, in our churning
river, a heron watches late-splashing salmon
and I learn: our Goddess lives amongst
us – even though I do not know her name.
Ceinwen lives in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK, and writes short stories and poetry. She has been widely published in web magazines and in print anthologies. She is a Pushcart and Forward Prize nominee. Her first chapbook 'Cerddi Bach (Little Poems), was published in 2019 by Hedgehog Press. She is developing practice as a participatory arts facilitator, mainly working with elders and intergenerational groups. She believes everyone’s voice counts.
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