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

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 →

A magical vista A colourful source The heavens had opened Extraordinary force A rainbow of particles Unlike before The levels imposing The great wondrous TOR

Hugging the passers by Loving them well Clad in their colours A collective spell Of magical impulse The sounds all were there The colourful crazies Willing to share Their couplets of grand mirth Astrological charm Geraint in his magical shop … Continue reading →

The great sky born artist His pallets so full Of all kinds of colours Each image to pull The angles the colours A true emanation Of amaranth flotsam And variegation Dappling stippling Mixed up with light The camera catches It … Continue reading →

Serenity an ominous message Startlingly we May feel the force of wayward winds A fair light though now be Conjuring up some magic Over the great Tor St Michael’s Tower it’s expectation Feeling a tad, unsure

Memories of St Michael’s Tower Attract the dawning sun Casting a wondrous shadow As to how the TOR has spun Spring’s glorious leafy energies Gleefully proclaiming A really joyous welcome Which the photograph is framing

The old sky looks angry There’s fire one can feel It’s giving true meaning To April’s appeal defining what’s meaningful Each cooling shower The TOR soonest sodden Wetter by the hour

An intense glowing of pink beyond one’s sense how does the sky attract dancing light such recognition the TOR ‘s green panoramic fact bystanders see and dream and wonder how else can we all react

Sedately sits atop the TOR Glaring at the levels where Many a monk had trod this path Long ago and thus could share The light well brighter spruced with wisdom Felt the deep pangs in each thigh Stopping for some … Continue reading →

Glastonbury’s sweep of consciousness Displayed for eyes to see The TOR a bank of greenery St Michael’s Tower it be A pinnacle still standing An edifice of fate Once a monastery of method That surely did create This footprint of … Continue reading →

Peer into the distance What do we see The Tor in the raw Unmistakably St Michael’s Tower Takes centre stage The levels stupendously Are off the page

As the hail tumbled down On St Michael’s crown The Tor took its turn Each sighting we learn How the universe operates And we can feel The spaces above us are remarkably real

The old gold rich and vibrant From Heaven it be The tower looked supreme Evidently The great Tor immense A hill to acclaim Every look proves a point Glastonbury by name

A hazy pink sky A deer running by The TOR is for sure The reason why St Michael’s Tower Hour after hour Attracts footfall And the odd shower

Panoramic goosebumps That’s the feeling here The Tor it’s hilly ancientness More beautiful each year The levels and the wondrous sky Persuading artists to Demonstrate with certainty The inevitable and the true

At last it’s the sun That magnificent soul Who climbs up to smile down Clearly on a roll The TOR a great hill Whose steps take us high Take a whole lot of breath Reaching up to the sky

The fantasy of inventiveness A plum and magenta sky An embroidery of patterns Amaranth is why A perspective of great value Is seen above the TOR Harking back to the Monks of old The primitive and more

Starlings Dawn and rainbow dusted wings Over the TOR Memories of the Monastery From all those years before Sentinels their magic encompassing The light Michelle she was early Capturing the sight

Only the heavenly paint brush of Time Can give us a sky born of such an array An horizon magnificent subtlety showing From the arch of St Michael’s Tower Purposefully glowing Much of the magic held in the skies And … Continue reading →

A landscape of what is the levels and more The sky and the countryside seemingly raw With emotion and history rolled into one A stern kind of colour when alls said and done Glastonbury somewhere not far away A Spirited … Continue reading →

The sun comes peeping through the bushes Listening to the sound of daffodil choristers Welcoming Spring Across the humble ground Looking skywards to the Tower Duty bound to show Avid eyes it’s countenance Part of its ebb and flow

A beautifully cultured picture That tree it wants to be there Look at the Tower exuding it’s power And the daffodils to we see there The sun a fireball of the solar And the sky holds the grass to acclaim … Continue reading →

It almost feels unnatural A look unseen before Woven perhaps by circumstance A feeling some ignore Textured almost a falsity A scale of history The TOR explore assure the raw Beautiful tapestry