Blue Druid

Just some hokey fun stuff

Emerald forests, running streams.

Dripping moss and midnight dreams.

Foggy bottoms, fen and mire,

A cave, a pale and frosted fire.

 

A child discarded in blue pain.

Wanders, shivers, endless rain,

Raised by ghosts and shadows blue,

Spinning magic colors hue,

 

Into mists of blue and green,

From village, farm and hallow sheen,

Stories of the Druid fly,

Her spectral hands bring danger nigh,

 

Hunting her fallacious dam,

Screeching, crying, bleating lamb. 

The woman walks, her man in hand.

He sees no truth, no place to stand.

 

Her hand on his eyes, her mouth to his ear,

She spins and weaves his world to fear.

Blue druid from the forest peers,

The woman, full of power, leers.

 

The druid leaps and snatches time,

Crushing it beneath a rhyme

The woman laughs; you have no power here,

For I am that which you hold dear.

 

What you seek will be never be,

Your life a shame, when will you see,

Your birth I rue, your death I crave,

Back to your forest, back to your cave.

 

The man moans, but his will is gone,

She sets her foot upon his dawn.

She laughs and stomps and kicks a dance

Blue druid, caught in her hypnotic trance,

 

Begins to stir from depths of fire

His eyes alert, he spots her briar,

He seize the root and thrusts it down,

Deep inside infertile ground,

 

The woman screams, her soul afire,

She sinks beneath the fen and mire,

She reaches for the air and sky,

Blue druid cry, blue druid sigh.

Reviews

[Brette Medb]

This was intense... I usually don't like poems that rhyme for that long but you kept a good even flow and it melded beautifully with your story.

[Bette]

wow i absolutely love this. well done!