Orddu, ‘Very Black’,
Last Witch of Pennant Gofid,
the Valley of Grief where the grief-crows
still flock over your bones.
A cup for you
for the first time
in 1500 years poured.
Even if I offered a cup a day
it would not make up for
Arthur’s draining of your blood.
I have bled enough
and the time has come
to be strong in my heart –
I will not fall to Arthur’s sword.
I will pour a cup for you,
Orddu, Orwen, Ogddu…
for all your ancestors
back to Eira, ‘Snow’.
I will restore the tradition
of the Inspired Ones of the North.
The Cell of Sister Patience 
This writing finds me trying to unravel How Culhwch won Olwen, and I have fretted over the story of the Very Black Witch for days now. Your poem is healing for me. And I might add, she returned Arthur’s cohorts twice in pretty sad shape, and it took the main patriarch himself to kill her. She was not an easy one to subdue. Thanks for your work.
It’s great to hear this resonated. I’ve written some more on Orddu here if you’re interested – https://sisterpatience.com/articles/orddu/