John F. McCullagh

Veteran Poet - 1,478 Points (09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Druid Myst - Poem by John F. McCullagh

The moon in shadow lay
in solstice's midnight hour.
Distant stars gave off dim light
how feeble seemed their powers.
Dark cloaked Druids skulked about,
They moved from tree to tree
gathering the mistletoe
for their dread ceremony.
Primal terror filled my veins,
the blood borne juice of fear.
What should happen to you and I
if the Priests should find us here?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The solstice, a lunar eclipse and perhaps one drink too many.
Not much of an excuse for verse, but perhaps as good as any!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 31, 2013


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