Feral Druidry

Feral Druidry

 

Sunset

Feral Druid

Stark naked chanting

Feathers dark in hair

Howling.

 

Songs

Of bone

Blood, moon, ancestors

Dancing to wild rhythms

Shamanic.

 

Rapture

Rain soaked

Mud encrusts skin

Living in the moment

Ecstatic.

 

But

Unlikely to

Be invited again

To great uncle Ted’s

Barbeque.

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About Nimue Brown

Druid, author, dreamer, folk enthusiast, parent, wife to the most amazing artist -Tom Brown. Drinker of coffee, maker of puddings. Exploring life as a Pagan, seeking good and meaningful ways to be, struggling with mental health issues and worried about many things. View all posts by Nimue Brown

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