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

A remarkably spirited St Michael’s Tower It’s lichen embellishment Proving just how Age and the weathering Fancifully Conditions the stonework And palpably Attracting the light At the crossroads of time Critical thought And an occasioning rhyme What the poet might … Continue reading →

Can you see the isle of Avalon A beautiful pink sky A path down to the levels The apple of one’s eye A perfect arch to peer through To realise the Tor Is a fantasy of wonder No magician dare … Continue reading →

As majestic as ever In golden light stands Looking down on the levels Across the green lands Up into the sky Embellished with light The glorious TOR That seems to invite All our eyes. All ways

Where the curtain of night Is specifically dark Borealis can surface So a walk in the park Through the darkest degree One can actually see The starlit invention Of what is godly A message around the TOR glastonbury For Michelle … Continue reading →

The suns winking on the horizon A new day is bound to be fine Soft warmth comes over the walker This whole brilliant scene is now mine Under the Tor bubbles freshness Water as tasty and clear Let’s drink at … Continue reading →

It’s real I have seen it many times The Tor and more The many rhymes That flow from me Each time I see The sky born vista Constancy Each lens captures A wondrous sky Look up my Dears

Amazingly throwing off gilt edged Gold glowing St Michael’s Tower Up there is showing Wizards and angels and faeries and all The cows on the levels The sheep with their wool Glorious History That’s what we see

Transfixed and seemingly Alone in the dark St Michael’s Tower Still creating a mark Of respect that engendered Glastonbury It’s historic pattern And appeal constancy

A troublous sky Tumultuously Windswept was I Fortuitously Up the lane To reach the Tower Seemingly at this early hour A raucous wind upon my brow I just really wondered how Wild souls cope Out in it all In what … Continue reading →

Some call it the dark side Some have other names Vehicle dwellers The Non brick lot Many many claims They have taken over roads and lanes Tracks and buildings too Making it a shanty town On abandoned land A view … Continue reading →

I was there today Kind of sailed away To the peace and harmony Into the sky My thrust was high I am the History St Michael’s Tower It’s formidable power Above the levels be

The swing on the hill By the postbox, its still For Molly just hasn’t come back She always swung freely Legs in the air Windmill hill Glastonbury How we did share Those moments together Her warmth on my wood Her … Continue reading →

Utopia apparently Peace and calm we see The Tor a rising ediface St Michael’s Tower. To be Observing and deserving An ancient spirited meme W looking down on Glastonbury It’s one hell of a dream

A profusion of darkness Squandering light The TOR stands supreme Feeling the bite Of a pulsating wind Impressionably Moves us to think It should feel summery We are into July A sensory time Make it worthwhile To continue the climb

A showery rain damped vista Within the TOR we know An edifying maelstrom A kind of tidal flow Of waters sprung of purity The red and white springs they A trough of historic glory Presents themselves today

Fire and brimstone True ambition encircling the sky Murmurings of splendour Majestically on high A depiction of the varied hues Of the splendid greens that lie Motionless supporting a panoramic gaze The TOR in all its glory gets Our universal … Continue reading →

It’s moody kind of weather For June is turning out to be Upsetting to say the least Even Dear old Glastonbury Accepts the sky a wilder blue And Depicts the different grassy greens Of this particular hue

A powdery blue St Michael’s Tower A great resonation The sun shows us how Built long ago No stone out of place That’s Glastonbury’s magic

With St Michael’s Tower behind me Looking down across the way A reddening horizon With a greener shaded day Bushes filled with tiny birds Sheep breakfasting, below Sunlight warming up the levels Party to each warming glow.

The subtlety so boldly free Waving windswept grasses fly Glastonbury a magical place The chalice gardens the bounteous sky The TOR St Michael’s Tower of stone Once monks traversed their spirits shown So adept to the light of day the … Continue reading →

Lemon & brimstone unusually Creates a bold halo Of orange where we Fail to associate such a pure sight As the sun sets creating an immense delight The Tor opens out in the greenest of hue St Michael’s Tower does … Continue reading →

It’s almost an uncanny look here It doesn’t feel natural to me Gently the tower appears Tiny but honestly weirdly we see The sky really over the picture A magical layer of colour Panoramic, June’s moment Is here A summery … Continue reading →

Angry clouds beckon Some venom is felt An air of benevolence Seemingly dealt An uncanny silence An odour of morn Hangs over the levels If an effort to warn.

Burnished gold and heightened pleasure The great TOR a forever treasure Light and darkness creatively Draws forth the realm of History Imagine the monks of long ago The eternal water flow The sacred springs The chalice well Just being under … Continue reading →