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 the lane towards the Tor
It’s a steep walk
I can tell

My legs were hurting
And I imagined
Long ago a path perhaps
In the earth below us raging
A river through the catacombs
That’s traps

Air and minerals nowadays
Where weeds grow all about
No one really tends this area
Moss and litter leave no doubt

lots of houses crammed together
Some not in the best of wear
And heavy traffic round those bends
Can catch the unsuspecting there

Take your bottles to the white spring
Charge yourself and take away
Hear the rush of icy water
It’s energy is every day

Telluric streams create the thrust
It’s magical in Many a way
An old brick structure
A copper pipe
And a place to visit once a day