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 dreamed
This younger man with hair so white
Has slipped and slithered thru the night
That waits us all in mortal thread
To watch the dragons and the stones
now nothing more than buried bones
But 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
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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