This poem was written on December 9th 2015 in response to a newspaper article I read saying that the Glastonbury myths have been exposed and proved false. These myths include the legend of Joseph of Arimathea bringing the cup of the last supper to Glastonbury; the story that Glastonbury is Avalon and that King Arthur
Category Archives: Poetry
Poetry can reveal truths that ordinary speech can’t penetrate. In this message we look at eight poems that celebrate joy, gratitude, and meaning in the midst of everyday life.
Worlds separate us now.I have tiptoed across the creaking floorof the locker roomwith its bits of grass stuck to the floorboardsand odd scratchy golfballs kept in cardboard trays,closed the doorand gone down the brown, waxshined staircaseto the bar and the boys. I’ve looked my last illicit look with youfrom my grandparents’ roomin the top of
Winter on the hazel mountain.Trout, under the blue bank wait.A man walks through the fogOf Christmas, to the lighted pub. In the brown dark beyond the parking lotBracken frondshold beads of coldcondensed from the sky.Each crystal eyereflects the chilly lightof passing cars returning home.A crunch of gravel in the empty night. In the valley the