elysabeth faslund - Forgive

Druid mists, grey man fog...
Gnarled hands on limbs
Sanctifying the legends

Yet believed, as I drive
Through those shrouds of
Druid mists and grey man fog...

Sanctifying legends
In my own time...
This place of forgetfulness.

The mistletoe and oak...
Wicker and fire
Masking screams in
Druid mists...

Hearing them as I drive...
I stop awhile
On the side of the highway.

I walk past the thistle, and
In stooping, pick a golden.
Meadow rose.

I caress it's petals.
As a priestess
I cast it back into Time...

Past the bleeding castles,
Past Viking ships,
To wicker and flame...
To soothe.

elysabeth faslund

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