21rst Century Druids

By John I. Blair

Carrying our folding chairs
Past incense sticks along the trail
We stumbled in the cool dark.

With rituals from an iPad
The priestess opened gates
Of fire, of pool, of Yggdrasil.

Oblivious to passing cars
Out on the street,
To airplanes in the sky,

We uttered our responses
And offered sacrifice
Within the hallowed grove

Where leaves, twigs
Fell gently on our heads
Like blessings from the trees,

Sparks flew in golden showers
From oaken logs
Blazing in the brazier,

Cloud wisps blew north
Across a glowing moon,
Brushed by Gaia’s breath.

©2015 John I. Blair

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