I heard that Dion Fortune
once sat above the spring
in a tiny chalet
and looking up did bring
the magical experience
she felt
down to this earth
and below her was the
white spring
and the feeling of great worth
the subterranean tunnels
that were sunk into the soil
and carried the precious water
from the Tor in a snake like coil
supposedly the underworld
created a huge cave
and in 1872 this place
was built to save
some natural caves were dug out
to improve the flow
and so this brick lined building
suddenly did grow
the pump house and the reservoir
and assorted minor streams
follow nature’s wondrous course
and the chalice well too seems
to mingle somewhere underneath
the white spring for we see
some iron now in the water
and so possibly
the Well House Spring
are unique and as such we know
feel the magic emanating
around that place
below
hear that rampant
water forced up and on its way
the Tor has borne such surges
and apparently does play
a significant part in the origin
and the purity we know
15,000 gallons per day
that they have to show
an average output constant
and a pure and pleasant flow
Avalon gave birth to what we know and feel
and share
a highly mineralised bounty
that is seemingly always there
torn out of the limestone
by the immense pressure build
and bubbling through the fissures
enough in fact to yield
a magical devotion
a creation of those who
have sat inside the reservoir
since 1872
and felt the amazing peacefulness
the profundity, the mind
the spirit and the images
that seemingly do find
their way into one’s labyrinth
of cells inside one’s brain
the meditative conception
the all seeing eye again
relieves one of the musing
in a metaphysical sense
the curved brick roof the candles
the altars, the suspense
is shared by all who know
who come to work their rituals
or answer to the flow
the hollyhocks that generate
a paleness for the cause
sweep into the sky above the reservoir to pause
a while to tempt the honey bees
on their meanderings and
pull up the minerals from the source
to permeate the land
The Mendips share the fortune
the Chalice Well does too
the iron that leaches constant
and really soaks into
the water giving off a blood like quality
and hue
and both may come together
underneath the white spring too
myriad courses follow
down they flush their way
through porous sandstone cave systems
sculpting as they play
host to rock and mineral
those subterranean souls
influence the mythic
the Avalonic poles
an epiphany of sorts
is felt by those who wander by
who sit inside the dampness
or possibly those high
on mystery and sanctity
who know the watery power
who feel the cleansing nature
absorbing it every hour
Glastonbury steeped in legend
is clearly a dwelling place
for magic and for sorcery
which does now bear its face
the road that runs so close to
this calm white spring place
along with this creation
of water from the ground
that is forever flowing
that is forever bound
whatever happened once upon a time
the cafe’s gone
and the surrounding aura
apparently is returning
for it shone
brightly once and will again
the sacred landscape where
Aradia’s gates are guarding
the value of all thats there
I sat there on the altar
feeling an eminent force
the whole historical allegory
a really potent force
that whole great driving energy
and what is a cavernous roar
and the flow of distant memories
that come down from the TOR
in the mists of time
an understanding born out of those souls
who watched and worked the happenings
and understood their roles
many through the ages have come
and drunk and felt
the majesty of energy
that the goddess must have dealt
the constancy of flowing
the ever knowing way
the coolness of the fathomable passages
that play
so much in the meanderings
of limestone encrusted rocks
of mosses and of lichens
and the coombes that fill the blocks
behold the white spring sends forth
a cacophony for we
can taste the waters of the earth
and its sweet symphony
the music of the ancients
the sound of each by- gone age
the mineral rich deposits
and the musing of each sage
I was there with Claudia
the best friend that I know
who introduced me to all this
and I can feel that glow
of life of everything thats pure
in her I do confide
the white spring
how it just does bring
its magick down inside
go there experience the depth and see for yourselves