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

An amazing colouration A Yuletide celebration Absolutely beautiful Significantly so Unexpected in many Pre Christmas And inviting ways Sun kissed muses Marvellously Proven that the great sun plays St Michael’s Tower Every hour

A sort of haunting silence Hung over St Michael’s Tower The Tor took on a ghostly look With all its latent power Sweeping sensitivity A cold that grips and twists Glastonbury is waking up Showing us it’s fists Glancing every … Continue reading →

A drab March to Heaven A darkly embrace St Michael’s Tower And the great Tor Whose face Can be seen From all angles Glastonbury The Chalice Gardens The White spring And Our true history

Up and down the path to glory The enlightenment And the same old story St Michael’s Tower The mount or Tor The boldest colours Of sky so sure Of foot I clamber wishing I Could actually and honestly Touch the … Continue reading →

Frozen in time As she makes her climb Her sweet breath iced and drawn into We see St Michael Tower The TOR The levels out there And some more It’s magical the mists of time Our friend of course A … Continue reading →

Golden leaves and golden rays One of those beautiful Autumn days Carpets of softness the bluest sky St Michael’s Tower the reason why Follow the path up to the Tor Honestly who could want for more

A sweep of pure sunlight To herald the Dawn The tower stood resplendent So great to be born In this neck of old England The levels the green The TOR all adore Which you’ll know if you’ve been

An oatmeal sky Which is now why I sit in St Agnes Hall Through the leafy trees And frosty breeze St Michaels Tower Looms tall Once long ago A church on show Which an earthquake took away This medieval structure … Continue reading →

A path to the steps to the arch To the tower An ocean of blue sky At this ungodly hour The levels stretch out Sunlit and shade Tussocks of grassland Where autumn has played Glastonbury takes on a bountiful smile … Continue reading →

The ripple affect The moon splayed and golden St Michael’s Tower Remarkably bolden The TOR and it’s levels The odd cow or two Glastonbury’s nodded off That much is true

A vast and vaporous veil Descends across the glorious Tor St Michael’s Tower depicts just how The ritualistic raw Embraces of the magical Descend upon each day Glastonbury it’s quiet repose And welcoming display.

An aura of grandeur To a darkened degree I am off to the Tor The levels to see Glastonbury’s sleeping St Michael’s Tower Is apparently lost In the dark at this hour No matter I still venture Up the path … Continue reading →

Up there at night The colours so bright At that great height It just all felt right Closer to the sky Alone I knew why Part of it all The cosmos on call A heart beating gait I enjoyed my … Continue reading →

Autumnal colours everywhere A frosty kind of cold My breath provides a symphony As upwards I take hold Others share the morning And A pre breakfast smile St Michael’s Tower It’s lonely self With us for a while

A concoction of colours Dramatically so Curtains of ebony Stars all aglow St Michaels’ Tower Endeavoring to Peer out of the darkness And seemingly view The levels and Glastonbury Snoring away Sweet dreams of the ancients On this Auturn Day

Planetary influence The night sky and the light St Michael’s Tower Every hour Is viewed with such delight By early risers Rabbits foxes even the odd Deer It’s sihouette of significance Which is abundantly clear

A crimson accord Before the sunrise St Michael’s Tower A picturesque prize At the top of the Tor A successful view Across the levels Where the Somerset dew Sees A vast open canvas Glastonbury’s claim to a Fire burning brightly … Continue reading →

A voluminous cloud cover Mulberries dancing light Foxglove and magenta Recognitions right The Tor and all its magnificence The steps up to the Tower Wearisome we wander The affluence of how A magical transfusion Behold Septembers end An abundance of … Continue reading →

A puddle has formed Mirrored to the sky Reflections of Autumn And the Tower on high The combination of rain and squall And the magical aura Now felt by All St Michael’s Tower And an oatmeal sky Thanks to Michelle … Continue reading →

Hiding in plain sight St Michael’s Tower The vibrancy gloweth With, So much power The Tor misted over Relinquishes much The colourful bushes And trees Clearly touch Our hearts super pleasurable To the keen eye Entente cordiale Sensibility high All … Continue reading →

There are no equals To the sight Of St Michael’s tower In any light Supremely standing On its own And I observing fully grown History sweet Avalon The skies theatre We belong To all of creation Here tonight The White … Continue reading →

Ribbons of cloud A patterning, shroud Stark and straight St Michael’s Tower It’s arch unfolds With hints of golds An early riser Sees the Dawn A wealth of light Midas might A special awareness where Matter matters Lushness shatters The … Continue reading →

To wander at midnight A grand dewy eve The witching hour Where many achieve Greatness their besoms Float in the air At the close of the day The moon set we share St Michael’s Tower With its Autumnal sweep Roaming … Continue reading →

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