I, Cerridwen

If you were Taliesin
you would remember the vast depths of my black cauldron

If you were Taliesin
you would stir that ocean
where I conjured the wild seas
of our poetry

If you were Taliesin
you would lick the traces of my magic from your fingers

If you were Taliesin
we would transform to chase each other across lives :

hare and hound,
bird and hawk,
he-wolf, she-wolf,
across the wild fields of heather,
across the vast grey mountain scapes
we would chase each other
right back into our original selves

If you were Taliesin,
I, Cerridwen.