Wandering the Hexes

Daglalad

Stony like a garden

Untended by any man

Dark and wide as thunderstorm

Pitchfork in his hand

Dorieanne Culhwch

Rips off shawl

With hair on end

Fully ready

For chilling wind

Hrodphadis

Wind whips

Buffets, curls

Eddies sway and slide

Breezes blue and gales green

Waves of air

Cascades of movement

On a green-grey blustery day

Kadiatou

Ten rings a finger

Five fingers a hand

Cast from ore and sinter

Loop and eye and band

Nadira Bibiana

This land is cursed for us

This land is never free

We made a choice through twisted words

We cannot cross the sea

The sunlight smarts and stuns us

The darkness is our time

They have made their choices thus,

Now I’m making mine

Naerstern

The water is still, the ice is cut

The spearpoint lingers above the flat

Close to splitting the stillness of the break

Onlookers understand somewhat

Surprised at the attack of the arhat

unfazed by the chillness of the lake

Van Mergen of Plate

Stiff and cold

Dangerous and bold

Striking into winter

Grasping for footholds

Chaggit Mesach

Muddy snow and shrinking form

Dying hands clutch a shining eye

Deep in snowdrifts fading warmth

All because his sight must die