Rhiannon
of the singing birds, lady on the white horse
airRhiannon rides a pale horse no one can overtake, and her birds sing sorrow into sleep and the sleeping back to waking; to dream of her is to be met with a patience that outlasts every false accusation, and to be borne slowly, surely, homeward.
Fragments
Her horse moves at a walk yet no galloping rider can close the gap, for she is only ever overtaken by the one who thinks at last to simply ask her to wait.
Wrongly blamed for a loss not hers, she bore the guilt in silence for years by the mounting-block, until the truth walked home on its own two feet.
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