Luis The Rowan - story poem

part of Spring Prompt 2, from one of 20 modules of 'Ogham Prompts'

Here is my Luis The Rowan poem that I feel is quite a visual adventure. I will explain ‘Ogma’, the first word, soon …

Ogma was walking through the banqueting hall
when an air of sweet harp music lulled him away from his senses.

When he awoke a branch of rowan was beside him
with white blossoms on it.

Later, he was attending court
and took the branch of…