Tylwyth Teg

February 20, 2020February 14, 2020 ~ Raven

Form: Cywydd deuair fyrion

The fairest fae
Or so they say
Longs for a child
Blonde hair and mild
If she sees one
He’ll soon be gone
Replaced by one
Changeling son

The fairest fae
Or so they say
She’ll wed a man
Fairy wife can
Never undo
The fae taboo
Iron brings pain
Ne’er seen again

The fairest fae
Or so they say
Bound by fae lore
Touched iron ore
Is sent back home
Never hear from
So, tells the man
In tales of Bran

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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry. View all posts by Raven