We don't yet have a general topic for ANY poem by bcg members, so I hope this one suits.
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Here's one of mine.
CELTIC TWIST
The boy stood on the burning deck
When Dr Who had fled
At first he thought that all had gone,
But then he found a head.
The head was Bran, a mighty man
Who was the King of Britain
And though he's dead (except his head)
The boy must do his bidding
To Harlech went the magnificent seven
Among them was the boy
Full seven years, they feasted there
With songs from birds, pure joy
To Gwales was next at Royal hest
And there they had a ball
The Tardis came and in they went
Inside was like a hall
A night or two with Dr Who
And four score years go missing
I'm late says Bran; to London town
To let me do my mission
He's buried there, that none may dare
Invade this land of brave
But Arthur with his power pride
Disturbed him from his grave
As Ravens now, the magic brow
Doth still perform his mission
With Bran inside, they Tower stride
To keep the hordes from Britain
About the head, there's no more said
We know not where to search
Perhaps we'll find it's cased in lead
With Grail, in ancient church.
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Based on the Celtic legend of Bran the Blessed.
http://fraktali.849pm.com/text/archive/myth/celt/mlcr/mlcr08.htm
Click the link & then go just over a third down to the section called "The Wonderful Head"
