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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

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