Short Glastonbury Poems

“You may be declared the winner, Papa
—but you never beat the game”

(Grandson: Glastonbury Connecticut: November, 2021)...

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I watch you slowly sink
taking longer than expected.
I imagined Ophelia
flowers drifting over you
floating in the dark water.
Reality is more sordid
and yet still sensual;
your breasts now visible
outlined by the wet fabric
of the dress.
That dress.
The Glastonbury dress;
the dress you wore for him.
Your vacant eyes stare accusingly
as if you didn't have it coming:
Whore....

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As the wild wind and roaring waves batter the West Country, 

does the Glastonbury Thorn flower today to be blown at bay? 

Tis it true as Christ came to Priddy, on the Mendip hills overlooking 

the fantastically fertile grazing, now flooded land of the Somerset Levels 

that now drown our complacencies whether global warning is all to blame for our shame?



Old Christmas Day                                                         6th January 2014...

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Wales is Grape
 [Enter the 'Wales' Poetry Contest]
[Done to the Methodist Hymn, "How Great Thou Art"] 

Wales to me is ...
Oh he was born, in Glastonbury, England
fermentation of grape juice he hath made
no alcohol shall be used for communion.
Thomas Welch, Methodist minister forbade

Then sings my soul, for peanuts and jelly
How great thou art, how great thou art
Then sings my soul, despite his dentistry 
England is not Wales but not apart.

by,
Martin Braun
5/26/2020...

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