Druid Queen

Druid Queen

She weaved the mistletoe
into her golden hair
Slipping on the long white dress
 
While waiting for the mist
To clear from the morning air
Her finger twisted a loose tress
 
At the circle of stones
The secret order assembled 
Impatient for the sun to break
 
Waiting in the darkness
Her body trembled
and her hands began to shake
 
At dawn’s first light 
The music broke the hush
and they began to dance
 
In and out of the stones
she was feeling the rush
It was as if she were in a trance
 
As the sun rose from the horizon
The maiden’s dance did captivate
Her body moving unfettered
 
The naysayers were denounced
Her image now the Druid queen incarnate
and into another time she entered
 

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing

Word Prompts:

Secretive

Denounce

Mistletoe

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