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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 […]
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 fog Of Christmas, to the lighted pub. In the brown dark beyond the parking lot Bracken fronds hold beads of cold condensed from the sky. Each crystal eye reflects the chilly light of passing cars returning home. A crunch […]