Cauldron

within the breast a cauldron

inside the Cauldron, fire

i dip my hands below

drawing licking flame

skin like parchment

away from bone

bone is rent to dust

the i in me is spreading

adrift in wind without

still the Grail has lingered

no damned below, above

lonely is the Crucible

that in the dark has kindled

i cast myself like spoons

held inside the Dagda’s hand

lives there balanced in the depth

myself a self again

but never mine

i am the flame

another eye in Idunn’s Apple

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Credit to Stories in the Stars, by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut for reintroducing me to the concept of Rubedo.