At the clean break of dawn
I make my suburb the centre of it all,
Stand in my truth
With a head full of fire
And a fistful of fairy dust.
Beside the river’s charm
The hill stands open like a jewel.
In its darkness the wise keeper
Of Annwn’s moving doors
Grants eldritch passage
Beyond our narrow laws.
Come to me shapeshifter,
White mare with wings of a swan,
Wear your horn, I will not disown you
For poetry outrides the mocking crowds,
Quick as carousing footfalls in departing clouds
Or laughter in a thunderstorm.
Though I live amongst city makers
I will fly with the moon riders.
Let magic be done.