Rhiannon comes to me in my dreams.
She ebbs and flows like the waxing and waning
of the moon.
Steady hoofbeats,
clop, clop, clop
and then, in a rush of beating wings
she vanishes,
leaving a swirl of tiny white petals that spiral like stars.
Rhiannon by Diane Finkle Perazzo
This poem is dedicated with gratitude to my “Women in the Mabinogi” writing group…
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