Who am I?

I am not Taliesin enthroned in Caer Siddi where bardic words are a fountain of wine and mead and are served like sweet pastries and Turkish Delight on golden platters by a whirl of wisp-like spirits.

I am not Myrddin alone and starving in the Forest of Celyddon amongst the gwyllon with icicles for hair and a lean wolf beside him. By pine and root and name of plant and bone of bird laying to rest the skeletons of Arfderydd, healing rib by rib by the wisdom of awen.

I am not Orddu in her cave listening to the slow drip of water counting down to her preordained death.

I am not Afagddu on the shoreline. I have not swallowed stones. I have never tricked a fisherman.

I am not the Dark Magician in his high tower in the woodland at the back of the world where people come and go like the mists whilst his intentions, like the tower, forever remain concealed.

I am not the Nun in her cloister, the Bride of Christ with wedding bells in her head suffocating in his tomb.

I am not the Priestess of Avalon who serves my god lighting candles at the White Spring.

I am a suburban poet. I am Gwyn’s awenydd. I am not quite a hermit. I am possibly almost a mystic.

I am a between person. I am at home and not at home here in Peneverdant. I am in Creiddylad’s Garden. I like the slowness of the watering can. I like chloroplasts and slipping into them to learn of light and dark reactions, to become part of the Calvin-Benson Cycle. I like garden gnomes.

Perhaps one day I will wear a robe and shave my head or perhaps I will go naked in spite of the neighbours and the gaps in the garden fence or perhaps I will disappear like a mason bee into a bug hotel.

I know that, one day, like everything in this garden, I will be compost. Food for stinging nettles and beetles.

I am the key to the mysteries for which I have not found the lock yet.

I am the book in my hand that is not yet written.

6 thoughts on “Who am I?

  1. Tiege McCian says:

    Touching, personal poem, the ‘dark magician’ reminded me greatly of Lord Dunsany.

    My favorite part is the description of yourself as as a ‘between person,’ because it has a real power of relatability to it. Also, “I am at home and not at home” calls to mind, I think subtly, the Celtic ‘x and not x’ formula that can be found in the elusively haunting ‘oeth ac anoeth,’ in Welsh and the Old Irish text about Colum Cille and the youth who came to him in a ship of three sails from the land that is known and unknown.
    I’m glad I get the opportunity to read your poetry, because trying to write poetry for myself causes irreversible damage to my brain.

  2. Greg Hill says:

    The inverted ‘Taliesin’ voice, or negative boasting, going from what you are not to what you are, is a good way to arrive at self knowledge as well, of course, as being a good way to construct a poem.

  3. Rob Marchment says:

    Hi Lorna – your words, images and sentiments here are, quite simply, brilliant and very affecting…!
    Thank you – Rob

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