Chalice Well Glastonbury’s secret garden and area

Chalice Well, an idyll, resting

by the side of a busy road
peace and timeless fascination
seduces hearts, helps them unload
stressful moments float away
across deep thoughts an elysian grove
within a yew strung treasure trove

silence is a soulful servant
sending forth a stillness and
lulling minds borne out of loving
for Nature’s green and pleasant land
sweet nosegays of pretty petals
budding bough’s all brilliance building
pretty offerings salient gifts
softly scents and heavenly lifts

endearingly and purposefully
and youthfully all yielding
a sanctuary providing a spiritual embrace
secret sighs do realise the naturalness and grace
of water bursting forth out of the bowels of mother earth
pouring forth a quality created for re-birth

to sit beside a lady a warrior a Queen
as beautiful as any, who there has ever been
such ebullience so much verve
projected out from her that she
thrusts a silent gaze a far
and gives so much to me
a thrilling sweet persuasion
a mindful mystery
a smile that curls into a moonlit magic
of creativity

an interlude beside the well
a candle lit release
a tranquillity a reverence
a belief that cannot cease
to amaze the mortal on her knees
gazing with closed eyes
as the ancients look upon her
with their wild and weary eyes

The holy thorn such innocence
such purity to see
its contribution to the world
of course creativity
progressing ever higher
at Yule it does evolve
and at Easter its white blossom
helps us all to solve

the age old story
that became apparent
to those downhearted souls
who had lost their way
but on seeing these white
blossoms
in the snowyness of Winter
helped them with their own
grey skies to say

time is of the essence
and time changes so much
the Angel seat is where you will greet
and try to stay in touch
with the flowers the buds
the blossom the bees
who tirelessly
collect their little baskets
of pollen naturally

The meadow green and grassy
a soft and gentle sward
between the Chalice and the Tor
beyond the great accord

the shop its pea green vista
its myriad of things
startling the whisperer
for each of course now brings
a harmony of sensation
a growing hope to see
something they can purchase
from the shelves where mystery
is housed in potent helpings
a charming vestibule
surprising many a visitor
who clearly came to call

the lions head
sits in wonder
rock hewn its so delivers
the water of the spring
the sparkle of the light form
the flowing gurgling

King Arthur’s Court and Healing Pool
the rich red iron clad rock
once more glistening famously
our eyes can so unlock
the ancients truest wisdom
diluted for us all
where algae thrives the many lives
are witnessed by us all

the Yew trees sweep and tangle
embracing wind and rain
searching, ever searching
red berries again
their life force is immense
and ancient is their right
so much superstition and folklore
and great light

The vesica pool a swirling force
a figure of eight I do deduce
the mountain streams
the high crag dreams
the sweep and soulful link
we see
within the water clear and free

the water and its great healing
revealing to us all
the power the subtle quality
the great rise and the fall
the energy of mountains
the magnetism we
are drawn through it to
wonderment
for that is where we be

The Chalice Well great Gardens
a place of peace despite
the busy road and the people
who challenge and invite
the spirits now of Glastonbury
to drift up to the Tor
that shares the freedom
of summits green
bursting from the floor

and outside of all this aura

the roads or arteries

were not designed to carry

all this traffic

the tease

is Glastonbury’s future

is being compromised

its positively dangerous

I am sure its realized

but something must  be done soon

for this  historic town

needs its visitors and its residents

or it could all come tumbling down.