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Becoming Blodeuwedd

My petals opened, people crowded
touching translucent skin.
They fed me, named each fruit.
I drank down juice
honey sweet liquid 
settled in my stem. 

As I grew stronger
flames flickered brighter
hunters belched louder 
smells sickened me.

They pushed him at me
“Husband,” they said. 
I needed air on my face
on my skin. I stumbled.
Distant drift of voice: 
“where you going?”

Gathering skirts, I followed
wind breath to kiss the sun
climbing stone, I stretched
long tall to darkening sky.

Hair hid tears as raindrops 
soaked my clothes away.


Thanks to Sarah Bell from @spoiltvictoriannchild for the images, inspiration and collaboration.