SWEET AWEN: A POEM
by contemplativeinquiry
Sweet Awen
sing me a song
of direction
down hills,
over terraces,
past old mills
and factories.
Sing me a song
of poppies and bees
where the bramble
unbridled roams
hedgerows with ease.
Sing me a song
where the first fruits
are born by the light
of a sun who has never
known war.
Sing me a song
where loss no longer
beats like a smith
at her forge
in the summer’s heat.
Sing me the years
that I’ll never meet.
Sweet Awen
sing to me
my impossibilities.
A poet’s take on Awen, in the traditional sense of poetic and vatic inspiration, written by Lorna Smithers who is a poet and Druid based in Lancashire. This poem is from the collection ‘Moon Poets: Six Pagan poets’ published by Moon Books and edited by Trevor Greenfield. The collection also includes work by Robin Herne, Tiffany Chaney, Romany Rivers, Martin Pallot and Beverley Price.
