On Sept 29th I celebrated Gwyn ap Nudd’s Feast for the first time. I offered apples. I didn’t have access to mead so offered another libation. Thanks to Lorna Smithers to orienting me to this celebration. /https://lornasmithers.wordpress.com/2020/09/26/gwyns-feast-2020/
I was inspired to write this poem afterward.
On Gwyn’s Feast
Cloaked in moonlight
the damp of cold earth
on cloth
fragrance of loam
on skin
Dense matter
following the pig
through the apple wood
into winter’s core
of iron crystal
a clatter of hooves
in horned helmet
Son of Nudd
The Hunter
photo by author.
Thanks to the Son of Nodens.
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