I am flint-struck spark;
I am warming winter hearth
I am fire beneath cauldron
I am the fire of the Smith
I am the fire of the Healer
I am the fire of the Bard
My flame is bright and burns forever.
I am sun on the water
I am water from the spring
I am the well
I am green-clad maiden, midwife and mother
I am milk of the breast and suckling infant
I am cow and calf
I am hidden snake among the rocks
I am dawn-crowing cock
I am frightened frog amongst the reeds
Surrounded by nineteen sky-stones,
I am Queen under the Hill.
From a work in progress.
If it comes to nothing, at least I made this.