Blackbird at an Altar

Placed with love
the one dusky rose
(the only one from a stem
that gives just one,
and that one given
to Rhiannon)

I stood a little way back
and the blackbird came
(who shares the garden
with us, as if tame)
perched on Mererid’s fountain
and drank from the cup of Rosmerta
which stands in the water there.

This cup overflowing
with the water of life
partaken of here
by a bird that has graced this garden
from Spring to Summer
and shares this offering cup of Rosmerta.

Rhiannon’s voice on the quavering Air
Rosmerta’s rush of rising Water
Holds this spot of Earth in care
Where a rose’s Fire lights an altar.

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