Casting Back the Waves: Rondeau redoublé Bitter and sweet, Penemue's seed, Trapping words eternally. Like Amergin, my own deed Is many-in-one, as others see. This world and next we often flee, As wrapped in flesh we make our creed: Believe as best you can and be Bitter and sweet, Penemue's seed. This Imbolc-eve I write, you read, Forty-one years in flesh I'll be. A poet's fate to flee, not lead, Trapping words eternally. Becoming now what others see; Becoming then what others need: A fish, a fowl, a goat, a tree - Like Amergin, my own deed. That flesh is bad the Gnostics heed; But Mithras and I disagree! Our fate when we are finally freed Is many-in-one, as others see. The carpenter-child grew flesh like me And you as well, of Eve's own breed; I dance away, no shore nor sea... Be now and then, breathe and bleed Bitter and sweet. copyright 31 January 2001 by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw; Birmingham.