Black Druid
Sing, Speak as the world spins and changes
Falsities shall be shrouded
While truths lay uncovered
Freeze time in your song
Black bird
Wake the dead
Lull the living to sleep
In sleep your mind is as free as the air
Eat the Rowan berries, brightest red
Black Druid
The symbol of health
Emblazoned on each
We forge ourselves
Into finest gold
With that fiery awakening
Mastery of this hardening clay
Requires a depth charge
crushed into cold,
black, watery hearts
The shock to our frailty dispelled
by stoking our spiritual passion
Unearthing our instinct
to weave and craft our nest
You have tasted of gold
And it has marked your mouth
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Apparently “dreams” and druids is today’s PoMo theme.
This one reminded me of a fee fine, dark, druidic memories in dream, too.
I’ll have to try and find the others. I wasn’t aware of them. Sometimes this year I write three or four poems so I’ll always have one to publish before midnight, if I remember.
This one I wrotte
Whoops! This one I wrote early in the am