[Dream Gate] [Poet Glas]

Casting Back the Waves: Rondeau redoublé

Bitter and sweet, Penemue's seed,
Trapping words eternally.
Like Amergin, my own deed
Is many-in-one, as others see.

This world and next we often flee,
As wrapped in flesh we make our creed:
Believe as best you can and be
Bitter and sweet, Penemue's seed.

This Imbolc-eve I write, you read,
Forty-one years in flesh I'll be.
A poet's fate to flee, not lead,
Trapping words eternally.

Becoming now what others see;
Becoming then what others need:
A fish, a fowl, a goat, a tree -
Like Amergin, my own deed.

That flesh is bad the Gnostics heed;
But Mithras and I disagree!
Our fate when we are finally freed
Is many-in-one, as others see.

The carpenter-child grew flesh like me
And you as well, of Eve's own breed;
I dance away, no shore nor sea...
Be now and then, breathe and bleed
Bitter and sweet.

copyright 31 January 2001
by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; Birmingham.

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