Because there’s no other way.
Because the gods have got me by the heartstrings.
Because I see over the horizon not what’s on it.
Because I see birds who are not birds.
Because I am in hidden spaces.
Because I love mist.
Because no-one tells the whispers of the silent.
Because words can dance like pictures on cave walls.
Because my people are hungry.
Because the wind howls down my neck.
Because I wake at night and there are stars.
Because the mortality ship is sailing.
Because I am the threshold.
Because another world’s stars hem me in.
Because I look above and the worms are singing.
Lorna Smithers is a poet, author, awenydd, and Brythonic polytheist. She has published two collections of poems and stories: Enchanting the Shadowlands and The Broken Cauldron, and her work has appeared in a variety of poetry magazines and Pagan publications. She has also edited and co-edited A Beautiful Resistance.
She is devoted to Gwyn ap Nudd, who she serves by journeying through the mists to recover lost stories from the land and myths of forgotten gods and working to restore our connection with Annwn, ‘the Deep’, the Brythonic Otherworld.
Living in Penwortham in Lancashire she picks litter in Greencroft Valley and enjoys walking beside the Ribble, conversing with Belisama and her daughters, visiting wetlands, and watching water-birds. She has a penchant for being enthralled by water-horses and sympathises with displaced boggarts.