The prompt today (which you can read here) was to pick a word or idea from two dictionaries (one of Mythology, one of Science Fiction) and write a poem using them.
My science fiction word is ‘cloaking device’. I didn’t like the Myth Dictionary, so instead I took the tale of Ceridwen from the Mabinogion. And I went for a triolet!
Ceridwen was an enchantress in Welsh medieval legend who possessed the cauldron of poetic inspiration, which was known as Awen. The Tale of Taliesin recounts her swallowing her servant Gwion Bach who is then reborn through her as the poet Taliesin. Ceridwen is regarded by many modern pagans as the Celtic goddess of rebirth, transformation, and inspiration.
I call to poetry’s mother, Ceridwen; spill your muse-filled pot tonight
and swallow me up, as you did Gwion, so I can write a gleaming line.
It’s Day 12 of NaPoWriMo, you see, and my brain is full of shite,
So please, Ceridwen, can you hurry; pour out that pot of dreams tonight?
I need you to make me a cloaking device; got to hide words that just aren’t right.
Help me to channel Taliesin so I can sing his songs of courage so fine;
I can do it, if I have you, Ceridwen, sharing that pot of Awen tonight,
swallowing me whole, after poor Gwion, so I write a splendid line.