O Eternal Heaven, Dwynwen possesseth thee
In loves woven embraces: Holy sought graces;
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I pen a Brimstone lullaby,
Poet tease: poetise: Morpheus arise!
Inky white of cryptic wing
Sulphur tinged tips, inscribed: shimmering!
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A red admiral emerges from its madder lair, alarmed!
An idler of drama! From dreams to a laird!
Lo! the litany of the tortoise shell inhere, twixt peer, genesis is,
At rest pupa pressed ingot fate, waiting patiently a holier troth
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Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut
In the hallowed niche of Penrhos grove, bestrewn
The trail, always evergreen and wildly overgrown
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Sonnet For St Dwynwen
O Eternal Heaven, Dwynwen possesseth thee
In loves woven embraces: Holy sought graces;
Upon the lilies she presseth: a seraph of sanctuary,
Thy heart captured: a lyre, attuned beats, rapturous reverences
Lovers wooed: spousal slumbers, to hymeneal chambers,
Whither the well, kin come, sub rosa, covenanted
with amorous dews, that issue forth: the cup runneth over,
Whence wishes on blushing vestals are granted;
Anointing mortals with immortal lovers …forever:
Spiritual impressments for impoverished souls,
Washed in rose-water,
Supping from her sacred kissing bowls.
Holy arrows doth, in the regions of the blessed, whirr;
The Welsh Martyrs dart, sets heart astir!