In the Kings court A single lantern burned, Holding back the dark. Taliesin, standing above the gate, saw the small…
A Single Path – In Homage to Robert Holdstock – Steve O’Brien
‘There exists in the world a single path along which no one can go except you: whither does it lead?…
My Mother Ceridwen – Hélène Cardona
The light on the icon, the way I see her in my dreams, the core of her at the edge…
A Psalm of Stone – Will Vigar
1. A merlin whiffles and surveys a ditch and bank, grateful for now open land and prey; leaving bark and…
Gwyrhyr and the Twrch Trwyth – Steve O’Brien
When I was sent to parley with the Black Boar King It was the hunting season. But that year it…
Falling – John Matthews
He hung on the edge of the sky like a tear in the eye of a queen. Then he fell,…
The Goose Girl – Suzi Feay
Kings in fairy tales Are such homely things. Wandering the fields, Eavesdropping on goose girls. Where was the armed guard…
BADON – Steve O’Brien
i Ambrosius Remembers When you ask me of Badon I see ragged cohorts ranged on the lynchets After midsummer…
The Wild Hart – Joe Machine
Joe Machine
Nimue of the Pallid Countenance – Steve O’Brien
Dark is the loom tide of the lake. I have flickered through blind fathoms To the clear still shallows…
The Guild of Mythographers 