Comp. 3455 invited you to supply some local response (in prose or poetry) to the absence of Glastonbury Festival, which is normally this weekend but is having a fallow year. You explored the perspectives of yokels, cows, King Arthur, the faerie folk and Wiccans, as well as a man who’d rather listen to Mozart in his garden. No room to mention all the runners-up but shout-outs to Joseph Houlihan, Brian Murdoch, Sue Pickard, Andy Simpson, Alan Millard, Paul Freeman, and lastly Basil Ransome-Davies:
I shan’t be at my usual perch,
Filled with financial hope,
To sell my overpriced crap merch
And, entre nous, some dope.
