Blodeuwedd

BLODEUWEDD

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“Blodeuwedd’s themes are beauty, relationships, charity, and hope. Her symbols are flowers and owls. This intensely beautiful Welsh Goddess’ name means ‘flower face’, because magicians fashioned Her visage from oak, meadowsweet, and broom flowers. Folktales say that Blodeuwedd was unfaithful to Her husband. As punishment for Her crime, the same magicians who gave Her a flower face chose to be merciful and transformed Blodeuwedd into an owl rather than inflicting some other punishment. She has forever remained in this form, mourning the loss of love and reminding people of two important lessons: relationships are fragile, and beauty is indeed only skin deep.

Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQwkekR1ORE

Look into the water, tell me what do you see?
I see a woman of flowers crying out to be free.
I see a Goddess, a woman, in a circle of trees.
I see Math and Gwydion fall to their knees.
Fall to their knees.

Chorus:
Welcome the May Queen,
Sing for her now,
For as the year turns to Samhain
She'll return as an owl,
Blodeuwedd the owl.

Stand alone in the tower, watch over your land.
Hear the call of a hunter, call him into your hands.
He is dark, he is handsome, and the King is away,
Gronw says he must go now, but you ask him to stay,

Ask him to stay.

She can't live without him, so while the King is away,
They plot to kill him in a year and a day.
With a foot on a cauldron, a goat holds him true.
By a fast running river, came the spear from Gronw,
And the eagle it flew.

My son where are you? For only I see,
An old rotting eagle upon an oak tree.
Come to me young lion and rest this night,
For your wife is a bird now, she will never see light,
Cursed to hunt in the night.

[Poem
Forbidden to wed a mortal wife
Lleu implored the mages old
To imbibe flowers with a semblance of life
And create a woman he could hold

So of oak, broom and meadowsweet
A beautiful maiden was born
Yet she was not a lady complete
For without a soul she was still lorn

Lleu so loved his lady fair
And cherished her ever so much
But never was he once aware
Of the deceit within her foul touch

Her heart belonged to another man
A hunter from the wild forest lands
And the two formed a most heinous plan
To slay Lleu by their very own hand

His death was a destined decree
And he could only perish in that fated way
So she begged with a false frightened plea
To tell her so her fears would allay

His love for her was so very great
He spoke of the means of his death
With the secret she could no longer wait
And with a spear they stole his last breath

But Lleu would not succumb so easily
And transformed into an eagle and flew
Into the skies he soared readily
In search of those mages he knew

They changed him into a man once more
And for her selfish and deceitful ways
They turned her into a owl that could soar
Only at night far from a man's normal gaze
by Sheri