a Marchoges Y Gwerin, who died tragically
on 16th January 1998 at the age of 48
following a valiant battle
against a lengthy illness.
Andrea's Lullaby
Unloosed
from Rhiannon's hand the minstrel flew,
Through
faery skies of purple flecked with gold,
To
wing through portals veil’d for vault of blue
Where
evanescent clouds throng and unfold.
We
sensed the beating of the plumèd wings
But
neither saw nor heard the phantom flight
Of
that foreboding bird who seldom sings
Till
one is chosen for its carol bright.
And
here a lady, weary in her pain,
Rode
the shadowy realms which dreamings weave,
Between
reality and souterrain
That
Morpheus had afashioned for her leave.
Drew
nigh the wingèd herald to her side
Where
soft did sing its tender lullaby.
Her
spirit heard and joined the feathered guide,
Forth
to Pedryfan’s barbican to fly.
So
from our sight was ta'en our friend and kin,
Her
weary journey with its rigours o'er,
To
dwell a space in halls of Kaer Sidin
Where
from the cup the wines of welcome pour.
The following, by her husband Iain, was
used at her funeral.
I am She who created thee, all that is, ever was and yet to come.
I am She who is both beginning which has no end and the ending that has no beginning.
I am Eternity. I am all things; I am within and without.
I am everywhere yet nowhere.
Thou wert the child
within my womb.
In my womb thou
wert given form.
From my body and
essence wert thou born.
I am part of thee
as thou art part of me.
I am the singing
of birds, the splashing of water,
The howl of the
wind, the warmth of the flame.
Yet I am not one
of these but all of these.
In the depths of
space wilt thou find me,
In the tiniest atom
of life.
For my womb is the
Cauldron of Rebirth;
In me the wheel
is ever turning.
Iain has relocated
to Powys in Wales
and is reforming
a branch of Y Plant Don.
He may be contacted
on 01547 510343.