Bran the Blessed

Bran, blessed crow,
Revered raven,
Son of the seas,
Brother of Branwen,
Defender of honor,
Keeper of the cauldron
Of life.

Gave Branwen’s hand
In marriage to Eriu’s land,
Revoked once the abuse
Of the King was clear.

After the battle
That broke his sister’s heart,
His disembodied head,
Cleaved from his neck
By a friend,
Talking and joking,
Keeping his comrades company
On the long
Journey home.

After 87 years
The sorrow settles in.
A silent head
Laid to rest
Under the White Hill,
Gazing toward Gaul,
Protecting and defending
Even in death.

7/6-7/7/18

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