The Druid's Spell

Powers grow stronger In the rising fires of year upon year A witches' brew of words Taking flight in hob-gob fantasy O the spirit conjured Soars Far beyond this earthly veil Mastering at last The cunning depths of gargoyled nature Hail! You harbingers of the Great Dark Mystery The night enraptured by the day Seize the wand from these gnarled fingers Cast your spell in the ancient tongue This is the rite, avaunt the wrong The flesh falling The dream revealed A sparkle of dust to sweep the floor. ~ Laurence Overmire (Previously published in The Ghost of Rabbie Burns: An American Poet's Journey Through Scotland, Indelible Mark Publishing)