A Scaffold for a Mouse

Setting this up seemed mean

and was judged to be so 

for it seemed to demean

Manawydan living in a dream

landscape with the life

conjured out of it like a flat plane

They moved across, Rhiannon,

Pryderi, Cigfa and he

chasing shadows to an enchanted fountain.

Against such powerful magic: a small

gesture enacted on this scaffold

quietly, determinedly, a model

Of spell-breaking – no fires on

the astral plane but calculated

unconcern in the face of persuasion

And a firm grip on a small thing

for a great purpose:  he would 

release into the world again

a woman in an asses collar;

make the rivers flow again,

awaken form to its true nature:

Mouse to pregnant woman,

stabled horse to a mare running free,

changes real magic causes to happen.