The poem, A Ring of Love, is
an extract from a much larger work, IN THE PATHS OF MYRDDIN WYLLT . . . a 9,400 word epic poem
concerning the sixth century legendary Welsh bard and poet, Myrddin Wyllt; a
forerunner of the famous Merlin of the medieval legends of King Arthur. More on
this later! But the unpublished manuscript of this epic poem is available to
those who would like to read it. (Contact author and request via email:
arielaevans@gmail.com )
To reach out, to give beautiful words new every day
from the inner wells, was my longing...words through an inner fullness speaking
light. The outflow of living waters from the midst of me was unending; and I longed
to share from out of the treasures of my experience the living truth which
fires the creativity in my life. There was just so much to share. So much to
tell of the beginnings of Amethyst Poetry. But before I could begin to unravel further
the saga of my writing life, the following came, written today . . .
Veiled Realms of Swiftlight
Out of the things which were first, the greater part of purple palaces
Inner castles graced with
ivory towers and the amaranth within
The amethyst flowerets mystic pale with milky
light
All fused with royal red
and blue
Casting from the windows of my sight
The firstling things I have within
To speak instead in silent gems of the veiled realms of
swiftlight
Of the breaking parts of faith that slowly fill with
love and unravel here
Out of the things which were second, the amaranthine tumbling
spires
From which my inner-writing banners flew
Out from my highest tower, my hooded tercel tossed
skyward
Flung from a soft gloved hand
Set free to gather its beloved prey, and return to me
the longed for news
That, from afar they would hear and in that oneness
promised
Draw near and I would know that from today
I was not alone
I was not alone
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