My poem Elen of the
Hosts
based on the Welsh Mabinogion myth The Dream of Maxen Wledig
about a Roman emperor who dreams of
his future wife sitting in a castle of a land
unknown to him this is a
retelling
Maximus Max
Magnanimous Gloriosus
Absolute
Legendary Epic Emperor Stupendous
would like to meet
a Queen-Countess-Duchess-Empress
with similar interests
larger and
more beautiful
thinner and more
dutiful
He dreamt of
her
A cheeser
ate honey with
her head and hands
dogs walked backwards
fish flying south
fish flying pigs
The running,
lost and falling
tunnels
opening onto doors
opening onto tunnels
opening onto doors
doomy on
deja temple mounts
castle
gloom beside grief
waters
in valley of
miserable dolorous
across a boat
forsaken
mountain storms the crest
a blue so
blue that blue becomes yellow
dark fears
dark mares
dream psychs
bride in witching
figure held in
witching
himself
feet first on
threshold
cold out the
light
take up your
bonny bridegroom
I have no more to do but die
meeting in state
living in state
a love worth living
He sang her in
Golden chair
just his arms
sang, sleep,chair
"Elen of the
Hosts" Mark Littler 2013
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