Druid Forests

A Septet

The Septet is a poem, containing seven lines.
The French word Sept can be found in it, which means seven.
The Septet doesn’t have to rhyme and can be about any subject you like.
This is how the Septet is built up:

Line 1: 3 syllables
Line 2: 5 syllables
Line 3: 7 syllables
Line 4: 9 syllables
Line 5: 7 syllables
Line 6: 5 syllables
Line 7: 3 syllables


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Druid Forests

Beneath sky
And the heart of clouds
They burned sacred Druid groves.
Perched between such limbs lay mistletoe,
Whose sprigs from the magic realm
Gave life to potions
In black pots.

Beneath oak
And its fortitude
Lay the history of Britain,
Carved in the wood of forest branches
Where maidens and men endured.
But Roman victors
Stole its voice.

Beneath limbs
Stretched to the heavens
They raped Brit’s forest treasures.
Nestled among fallen leaves and bark
Hid the juicy blackberries,
Seized for autumn pies
And scribe's ink.

Beneath trunks
Stretched tall to the eye
They purged the forest mushrooms,
Whose delight of imagination,
In dainty elf umbrellas,
Patterned enchantments
And sweet tales.

Beneath all
Stood the lies and truths
That Rome expunged from Brit lands:
The kings of table, hearth and fire,
The songs, the words, the poems.
Once lay many fruits.
All banished.

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