Silvered Necklace

Oaken Necklace shorn to fold
Silver berries diced by long panned gold,
light the way to days of old.
Racial memories reawaked,
twist and roll, as thirst is slaked
with honey mead.
The druid wakes
To tell the elders what he's seen.
This younger man with hair so white,
Has slipped and slithered thru the night,
That waits us all in mortal skein
To watch the dragons and the stones
now nothing more than buried bones.
Though once they ruled, and once they flew,
And others walked, when time was new.
Now druids tell us things they know,
From tiny shards of mistletoe,
And chancy dreams awaked by bees.

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

The imagery is beautiful, you are brilliant at capturing these old scenes. You have such an affinity for druid culture. I especially liked:Silver berries diced by long panned gold,

To watch the dragons and the stones
now nothing more than buried bones.
Though once they ruled, and once they flew

Lovely, it's always a delight to read your work!