Pantoum
In Annwn’s mines, in Annwn’s time,
Stories are born and stories die.
Some of them fall and some of them fly,
I tell you this with no word of a lie.
Stories are born and stories die
In cages and caves with walls of whys.
I tell you this with no word of a lie
In case your story is born to die.
In cages and caves with walls of why
Bibliophants breathe as do you and I.
In case your story is born to die
Take care not to look one in the eye.
Bibliophants breathe as do you and I
Some of them fall and some of them fly,
Take care not to look one in the eye,
Take care, not to see their ancient mind.
2016