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

Nature the greatest artist All the wonderful green The branches how they dangle Creating such a scene Her brushes depicting The subtlety and soul The TOR the Tower Just every hour

Magical mists of mysterious form Riding spectacularly into a warm Bathing crescendo the levels of green Delivered expressively silently seen The hills came alive expressing a view A remarkable capture enlivened by dew     written in an old cottage … Continue reading →

It’s stood the test of centuries Taking on the storm Gusts and gentle billowing Cool and cold and warm Loving weathers seasons Michelle every day Exploring the perfection Of the Tor and tower And in a way Glastonbury the magical … Continue reading →

It’s plainly very beautiful Glastonbury at rest The varied greens of Springtime So many of us rest Upon our magical laurels On top of the Tor St Michaels Tower So evident Who could want for more

Just feel the sun Close up and real St Michael’s Tower Does it appeal Of course it does Silhouettes of people Caught In varying sets A bounteous sky A magic sphere And what you see You of course hold dear

Different kinds of sunrise Burnished gold affairs St Michael’s Tower Gives back each shower Of true and brightly shares Amazing light so moving Sensationally so Glastonbury is given That wondrous morning glow

It just looks so still So peaceful It will occupy minds A message to spill Over the levels Somerset’s soul Succinct and suggestive Of histories role In establishing freedom

Sun drenched golden branches Wisps of lacy bough The TOR in all its glory A story book of how Precipitous desiring And sun an  outstanding  point of view A fantasy in the making As all our dreams come true

The sun picks out the sparkling jewels Of St Michael’s Tower It boldly stands remarkably Every single hour Heading up the path to light As we walk the glorious Tor Heading across the levels Where the sun beams now explore … Continue reading →

A wrap of ermine Riches Sacrosanct and raw The mist of boundless ages Dancing on the Tor It Lifts the tower to greater heights That climb for me on high Glastonbury’s magic Where antiquities May lie

There is snow in the offing A weird kind of sky The sheep taste the grass No word of a lie It’s sweet it’s abundant A curious sight The Tor and the tower And the honest delight

Rich in saffron splendour Sparkling in the night An aura of surrender In context it felt right Welcoming the star parades &those who had made the climb To survey &appreciate This very special time together Up there on the Tor

The daffodils came early Eager to be seen At the base of St Michael’s Tower Around the grassy green They had struggled since the Winter In the icy loam But by now they felt just withered Deciding to go home

So many have stared So many have shared Eyes see just all sorts of sights The levels the skyline the leaves fluttering down The moon and the stars and the lights Through the arch sweet success No matter no less

There it stands Arched and alone Atop the TOR Though wind May moan Rain May lash And snow May fall And sunlit realms Whose earnest call Might magically create an image Sensationally  that’s all

A golden perspective Sunlight it be A glorious picture For all now to see Glastonbury’s aura A magical Spring The Tor and the levels Such beauty doth bring

Like the rainbow There’s a pot of gold The light ray from St Michael’s Tower Is something to behold Follow the ecliptic from then to now A true embrace of the magical Idyllic gems so logical Who knows what lies … Continue reading →

A kaleidoscopic vista a sentinel the tower Atop the Tor it’s contrast Apparently it’s how Local eyes are drawn to it For hundreds and hundreds of years Forming a wondrous spectacle and collectively people’s tears

The arched sentinel Looms large in Somerset’s vista The sky above the levels seemingly Festooned with mist and magic In a calibrated orange symphony

A golden fireball solitary Beams upon Dear Glastonbury A frosty beginning maybe so But the magical of course we know Down to the levels a soulful time Up the paths where the pilgrims climb Michele’s eye and camera sees So … Continue reading →

A solitary absorbs the sun A bird or two a fluttering St Michaels Tower A shadowy bower Perhaps a magical muttering Of sky and Wintry wonder The watery realms below us Are Echoing like thunder

Despite the torrentials And deepening levels the abbey stands strong on its footprint today somerset soulful the legends of masters aware of the magic and quietly the fey   joseph Arimathea King Arthur  the bold one a spirited gentleman and … Continue reading →

They talk about sights for sore eyes and they Stare into the morning, on any day This golden desiring this all firing play On magical comings and goings A way to fairyland clearly on top of the Tor Into the … Continue reading →

It sits atop the historic Tor With eyes that have glimpsed so much From the Roman hordes With their splendid swords To the pagan rituals, touch The heart of would be travellers From the tin mines long ago With one’s … Continue reading →

A tumultuous sky We were wondering why St Michael’s Tower Facing wrath The wildness of wind Seemingly underpinned By Histories long standing path to the heavens

Dancing light through a wooden gate Looking upwards 2the Tor A plum & Damson colouration So hard 2ignore Imagine where 1 cannot see In the deep caves of the Fey Where manifestations& revelations Are thoughtfully at play Where magical springs … Continue reading →

An Arthurian wistful watercolour An emanation of softness still The Tor it’s glowing terraces It’s red and white springs Assuredly spill From Crystal grottos The Fey laboriously Work their magic At their will

Avalon uplifted by the wondrous sky above Purple pink and myriad washes The place that we all love Glastonbury’s magic With our own eyes we see A sunrise like no other In all of History