Category Archives: Glastonbury where mystery and realiity meeton the crossroads of benevolence

We hear the wind We c the stars We have our eyes We b The curtain of night Our heart beat slight Walking silently On Fallen leaves Watching our breath take flight St Michael’s Tower in darkness Atop the ancient … Continue reading →

A look of all most Eastern realms Below St Michael’s Tower Rainswept aura sky and flora Mellowing on the hour The levels like great mirrors Reflecting the big sky Glastonbury’s auric clouds A protection from on high

A wintry blast sent leaves a scurrying Over yonder far and wide The TOR has experienced many a Winter forlornly with no where to hide Cold and dampness chilling spilling Yule around the corner we With The artists colours changing … Continue reading →

Brimstone ochre Like a poker coals as hot as any seen The TOR it’s grandeur it’s perspective Heavenly daubing high lit scene Artwork graphics illustration Uninterrupted we can see Innovation like creation Foreseeable futurity

A golden sky a heavenly track It gets to your knees on the way back The tower stands proudly And the Tor Majestically feels good and raw Having a camera one can see Avalon and we all agree Thanks to … Continue reading →

Let us raise a laugh Let us raise a smile Look up at the sky For a long while Rays of light A stimulation St Michael’s Tower With jubilation Once perhaps a fortification And now in fact a revelation Light … Continue reading →

Walking is like floating And floating feels so magical We know it’s air There’s no water there The illusion purely optical Perfection and reflection Really infallibility

Peering through an archway Out and down we see A path that runs down through the Tor From which a mystery Opens up and shows the eyes A perspective from the past An accumulation of magical scenes That leaves us … Continue reading →

The island once deeper Apparent again Avalons mystery Becomes its refrain The Tower left surveying The Tor at a height In deference really To its Ancestral flight.

She lived in Glastonbury Near the White Spring High in the sky Where the birds on the wing Seeing the great Yews At Chalice perchance Loving the peacefulness A kind of trance Medium issue The red water stream Came down … Continue reading →

The spirit of Autumn A colourful climb The Tor it’s so beautiful All of the time Solitudes kingdom The sky above Leafy lanes whisper It’s A time I so love

Cobalt and woad Out on the road Up to the Tower The great tower of peace Avalons message Wonders never cease Not around Glastonbury Anyway

Predicting a sighting Extra sensory There was a tower there Once certainly The Avalon mists roll Intuitively Over the Tor So mesmerically It feels otherworldly Enchanted am I Sensational secrets Survive serenely

Etheric unbelievably so St Michael ‘s Tower Rarefied we know Cosmological heavenly The TOR so raw It felt to me A marvellous texture Warp and weave glastonbury I believe.

Emblazoned on its stonework Ancient readings where Literal translation And cracking seems to share The legends and the stories The vulnerability The mighty Tor holed out and wet In defence of Liberty.

Stand up there surveying The wondrous Avalon The greenery the cloudscape It stretches out upon Everything that’s marvellous The spirit and the soul Walk back down to Glastonbury Festooned in history In spells and bells and magic In a magnetic … Continue reading →

Sunrise such excitement And awareness of it all The golden taste of rapture Mother Nature’s call To all wild souls wherever They be on Avalon Enthused by Arthur’s herstory Which just rolls on and on

Sheep were dotted here and there Taking their early green The odd wild herb to enliven them Soaking up the scene Of St Michael’s Tower Deliberately Scaling down the Tor a characterful tree in view with It’s many spangled leaves … Continue reading →

Knowing it’s there Each step More aware St Michael’s Tower The TOR it has power Close to the sky As the great clouds roll by

Sallow skies where brimstone burst A veneer of cadmium I saw first Dancing light a xanthin scene Of marigold and tangerine A spectrum and a golden scale On the Glastonbury trail.

Breathing the fresh cool oxygenated air Across the TOR Taking in the ancient tower And the sky who dares ignore The drama of the early morning Such jubilation pours Out of those so impressionable That half the world ignores

St Michael’s Tower clothed in Mystique Hiding in its invisible shroud Wandering over Avalon Quietly feeling proud To be a point of interest But needing to appear In a dream state purposefully With Autumn drawing near

Volcanic vastly poetic Meaningful desire Affirmations declarations Revelations unfolding fire Chimerical foretelling forewarning An announcement from above A battle of prognostication And love.

Let’s leap into infinity together Glastonbury a kingdom built of dreams A stone tower on a Tor When the Winter winds are raw The passage of pure flight Is how it seems

Our imagination does things for our logic From high beneath the sky The swirling soul We feel that we can float and fly Above below oh me oh my It’s magical and it becomes a goal