Druidic Maiden

While others no doubt take pleasure in open meadows, scent of flowers

I with hair in shades of apricot and flax
chide the Predicants’ homily extolling
golden power

and skirt the fringes of Sun spilled days,
choose instead to inhabit somber forests,
dance barefoot in dank cool recesses,
the solace of estuaries cloaked in moss

watchful of pale skin touching Suns’ Blades
that scorch so and leave tell-tale roses
across buttermilk cheeks

© 2004 lMc

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playing in the mediums of poetry, photography, art and life. practicing the discipline of zen.

Posted on March 5, 2014, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Wow. Love the food imagery: “buttermilk cheeks”; “shades of apricot and flax”. Just beautiful.

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    • :O! wow, bejamin, how observant you are! I never caught that! I’ve been re-re-re editing this poem since 2004 and those two lines have stayed in the entire time. Thanks so much for the compliment and observation!

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    • You’re welcome. Really enjoyed reading this one. They were clearly two important lines, and glad you kept them. Have a wonderful day.

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