Healer

This poem was inspired after reading about Morgan le Fay, ("Morgan the Fairy") Enchantress in Arthurian legend. She ruled Avalon, the island where King Arthur retreated to be healed of his wounds after his last battle. She has been described as a giver of healing ointments.

King Arthur in Avalon by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

Geoffrey of Monmouth tells us that Morgan Le Fay was the leader of the nine maidens of Avalon, who took Arthur away in a barge after the Battle of Camlann. (History of the Kings of Britain, in 1135.)

After suffering a torn shoulder tendon I was prescribed massage therapy. This poem is dedicated to a skilled and empathetic massage therapist.

Healer

Healer, summon forth your magic.
To your trust this warrior tragic,
battle scarred, with body aching,
wounded, limping, spirit breaking.

Music softly soothing senses,
mystic treatment now commences.
Lighting low, I now surrender
to your touch so warm and tender.

Calming pressure, skill and power
energize within the hour.
Tension, tightness disappearing,
with it woes that I was fearing.

Sanctuary free of worry --
gone the hectic sense of hurry.
Floating in a dream of pleasure,
every moment I shall treasure.

Slowly, wounds begin their healing.
Free of pain my mind is reeling.
Healer, with your magic fingers,
essence of your healing lingers.