To catch your stride,
one need only ask,
a hand extended in help,
to those brave enough to ask.
Mother, Queen, Consort,
Rhiannon,
your grace and guile guide me,
and when I am low,
you extend a hand,
lifting me off the ground.
‘pon Steed of White
One response to “‘pon Steed of White”
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Lovely poem. Good to see you writing again. I’ve also been reconnecting with the story and been struck by what it has to teach about asking directly rather than chasing.
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