The Dream of Rhonabwy

[lsanderson]

I could say it came from dream, but I did not sleep. It came to me on Google, and I could not find it because I could not spell Rhonabwy, nor Mabinogion, but that I could get close enough for Google. Several years ago at the Fringe, there was a troupe from Wales that did a telling of part of the fourth branch in excellent theatrical style, making great use of little props and some yards of cloth. It was not bardic, but it was great fun, though the tale told, a bride of flowers, her lover, and her half immortal husband, is not a happy one -- the lover killed, the husband wounded, then healed, the bride of flowers turned into an owl, for that time, it danced upon the stage.

The moral?
Do not marry a bride of flowers.
If there is only one way to kill you, do not tell your wife.

Comments

[eatsoylentgreen.livejournal.com]

that's awesome.