traces memories
through gorse and heather
upon this hill, so still
it seems now...
Where once she met
the man she loved,
yet watched him fall
in battle not won, so sun
quit shining today...
Tunes from unseen melody
fill the ears within her mind
bedecked in silken robes
sword heavy in pleat, so neat
hilt against her hip girdle...
She laughs and cries,
within her mind
drums in time, her emerald eyes
grow misty sheen, so clean
focused on a thistle...
Lush copper hair
plaited in braids, so windy today
it whips about ermine trims,
overtunic of gold, so bold
scatters the gorse and heather...
Abundant and wild
prickly nuisance she is
so like the thistle
she held aloft, so soft
brilliant mind sublime...
Best and worst
she saw it firsthand
upon this fallow land
where aurochs graze, so dazed
hiding only a turnip or two...
She shakes her silenced grief,
down her cheek,
saline drips discreet
a thistle gets pressed, so stressed
in a letter addressed to a king...
s and best wishes always... ~Genie~










The king was quite offended by the letter. The thistle was a warning from her, likewise the words in the letter had even more chutzpah. "Shield Maiden" was based on a true story, about an actual Danish queen that lived. I won't ruin it though, I'll just get it published and let everyone read it for themselves.
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