~ Welcome ~
Welcome one and all, all and one to Dewin’s humble tumbledown.
Sat up high on a Welsh mountain Bryn where he sits penning poems.
By day a slave to wage and mediocrity, by night a Wizard with complexity,
With panache: even a dash of brash to cut the gib of his billowing sail!
His Wizard a snail, a tramp, a trail, a shadow ghosting the proverbial veil,
Hanging thinly pale between this world and next.
Why rest with dis-ease?
When to wander has pleased, always questing the Fabled Grail
Never desisting ever persisting, on a pathway walked musing, meandering,
Gerrymandering boundaries on the edge of time, for the Heart of My Love,
My Red Goddess Divine, upon whose Star I build my shrine,
In the Holy of Holy’s, her Venusian diamond mine.
Milestones and Herms, signposting frippery
Lodestones and Fawns, Folklore mystery.
Seeing Stones and Spells, tools of the trade
Scrying Balls and Bells, beautifully made.
Feathers and Berries, old Druidic glade
Odd others and Fairies, tussled golden braid.
Under-worldly and Furies, gild paths laid
Off-wordily and Alien, spaceflight star-spun,
Goddesses and Gods, Flaming Hearts, the Sun,
All is here for you to read: your journey has just begun…
“May the whizz of the Wizard alwayz be wiz you!”
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