Coleman Glenn


Marriage Advice from the Bard

Let me now for the marriage of two minds
Submit ingredients. Of course there’s love,
Which (per my plays) a person often finds
Through comical misapprehension of
Just who his soon-to-be belovèd is.
On love alone a pair may plight their troth
(In just a day, sometimes); but marriages,
To last, need more than passion’s fleeting froth:
Fidelity, forgiveness, a blind eye
To all the times your actor-poet mister
Writes fawning sonnets for a younger guy
Or tells a dark-haired dame how he’d have kissed her;
And most of all a willingness to fade
While others last through verse your spouse has made.

On the Third Anniversary of Obtaining a Trendy Kitchen Appliance

The instant that my Instant Pot
Cast off its cardboard cradle,
Once I’d removed the plastic junk
(A paddle and a ladle),

I made myself a solemn vow:
“This countertop behemoth
Shall ever cook two times a week
And gleam as now it gleameth.”

I know: you think that in a month
My best-laid plans had busted,
That in a year the gadget sat
Neglected and bedusted.

You’re right. But I have won the war
Despite that losing battle:
Still almost every day I use
That ladle or that paddle.

Coleman Glenn is a chaplain and assistant professor of religion at Bryn Athyn College in Bryn Athyn, PA, where he lives with his wife and their four kids (plus several chickens and an elderly dog). His poems have appeared in Light, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, THINK, Grand Little Things, and Trinity House Review.