Napowrimo 7 – Yesterday’s Prompt; A love poem about any inanimate object. I cheated a little since the White Spring is so very animated and alive. Still, on one level it’s just an old reservoir – It is the ancient archetypes, the water and the love and dedication of the keepers and companions of the White Spring who help keep it alive. I was once told by a good friend that if we make the world more beautiful then we have served a worthy purpose. I have endeavoured to create beauty and have the honour to do that right under Glastonbury Tor. And yes, I love it.
A heart is held enthralled by stone and water,
It’s beating pulse is fed by constant flow,
In face of threat or danger, it won’t falter
And even when disaster bucks the bow.
Once, twice, thrice, by strife, a love is tested,
This love requires utter sacrifice,
Lay down my self, my life, at once invested,
Embraced and held by otherworldly sighs.
Defying definition, Oh my love,
To make of me the novice, and the brave.
Release all inhibition, not enough!
To walk into the darkness of the cave.
Living on the edge of a cold chasm,
Allowed to put the grapes upon the vine,
I’m driven by an archetypal passion,
Swallowed by the taste of love divine.
And hidden in the shadow cast by candles,
My heart trips on the strings of pure delight,
And bidden by the hallows of the deep well,
I bring your loving presence to the light.
Lisa Goodwin, Bard of Ynys Witrin April 2014