When They Crowned His Head

When they crowned his head 
with wild-rose thorns 
a braided woman in doeskin 
the fallen droplets of his blood 
and locked them away 
in brittle birch envelopes 
like tiny seeds 
for growing. 

No one knew where she came from, 
but round her neck 
hung a cedar amulet 
and a bird of thunder 
protected her body. 


6 thoughts on “When They Crowned His Head

  1. I can understand how you could view the crowning with wild-rose thorns as chilly. The remainder, however, is filled with hope, power and a promise of spring.

    Thanks for your comment.

  2. Glad you liked it. I was by your blog the other day, and I like what you’ve done with it. If you change locations again, do keep me posted as to where you go.

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