Cauldron’s Rim

Cauldron’s Rim My cauldron is rimmed, not with pearls, but with Blood Red Roses. Spirals graven there over the year we stirred the Awen together. Scored by the stirring stick, colored by the brew, One for each one of us together in the task. Black the Cauldron’s rim. Once it stretched from Wales to California. … Continue reading Cauldron’s Rim