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

A poem for a twitter friend from Avalon

The woods have many varied splendours Hiding in the shadows where Foxes and badgers voles and shrews And even the illusive Hare Whose magick is all supposing Bestower of such light Whose ebulliance and affection Can be observed at night … Continue reading

Trapping and Penning Coyotes and Foxes

We often hear of China and how immoral they be But let me tell you America Takes some beating tragically Many states in the south west Are guilty really so Of barbarism on a scale That most of you dont … Continue reading

Surprise surprise

In actuality What I saw today Was daffodils their trumpets Sounding out clearly a way Ahead even of snowdrops Still to break cover who Undeniably are imminent And should soon be Showing too Minus five and icy And some snow … Continue reading

Agaricus fly a magickal tale for Jan Vlonk

In the far off shrouds Where great mists and clouds Were born of forests dark In September they Where green ivy’s climb And where nature gifts Do stray Under Birch and Pine We can see a sign Of the magickal … Continue reading

Its not really that far fetched when you think it through

The freedom that flight gives you When we recall Our great mother gave some The right to not fall But to fly and to soar To be forever free Wild birds thats their mandate For eternity Huge corporations soulless they … Continue reading

Denmark prepares to dissect a frozen LION

Denmark truthfully appears To sink into a mire of tears First animal brothels Then the dead giraffe And now a Lion The country is naff It wants to dissect A lion I hear In front of children To me its … Continue reading

Rainsong sanctuary

A sanctuary in Costa Rica Springs to mind today Mary Perry an American friend Its there that she does stay She started it in the nineties And has struggled through it, she Gets volunteers to come and help To help … Continue reading

Feelings around well house lane

There it stands An old brick structure Gates at front And at the side A pipe A rush of sacred water In the darkness Who may hide Well house lane close by the yew tree Branches,of the chalice well Up … Continue reading

Moonstone cottage

An enchanting play on delightfulness In the cottage where we stayed It’s boundary wall is the abbey wall Which would have course been made Centuries ago and forms the boundary To where An apple tree and a raised platform Gracefully … Continue reading

The goddess

The Landscape Goddess sits serene the Tor is her breast the Chalice Hills been her pregnant belly and Wearyall Hill her knee which she’s raised and Stone down ┬ástays still her head at the levels and there she can see … Continue reading