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 … More

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 … More

When I was sent to parley with the Black Boar King It was the hunting season. But that year it … More

Kings in fairy tales Are such homely things. Wandering the fields, Eavesdropping on goose girls. Where was the armed guard … More

i Ambrosius Remembers When you ask me of Badon I see ragged cohorts ranged on the lynchets After midsummer … More

Dark is the loom tide of the lake. I have flickered through blind fathoms To the clear still shallows … More

The wrong shoes impede my ascent and I struggle-slip through grass and gorse. The keen thorned shrubs tug on … More

From beside a sun- paled bridge – enamel petals falling, brickle and bleached – I watch the mounting satellite – … More