2017 Day 29 – May Queen

Dawn kisses dewdrops.
The faerie queen,
Her hawthorn crown
Jewelled with light
Steps out of darkness –
Beauty in blossom.
But flowers have thorns:
Caught in her golden hair
A single drop of precious blood
Hangs like a ruby.


Notes: The prompt was to take a concrete noun from a favourite poem, free write around that word and use that as the basis of a poem. I took the word ‘crown’ from To Juan at the Winter Solstice by Robert Graves.