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

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

Forget me knots, gentian The sky, bringing such light Bursting and believing Such a display A manifestation and a revelation Lateral thinking For The TOR is the way

A true time perspective The Tor at its pinnacle A great affirmation An expression of joy St Michael’s Tower Has guarded the levels Glastonbury marvels Hour after hour

The path to a heaven radiates A shared sky drips with glow Avalons magic highways The great TOR seems to grow Glastonbury’s sleeping The white Spring channels light The water and the responding health Burns forever bright.

The path made of shadows to the Tower To the golden A sunburst of silence of softness laid rest A whole land of mystery possibly history The glinting all tinting magic at best And The mind and the soul urge … Continue reading →

Stalwart peaceful monumental Looking down on Avalon Eyes all over and each rover Sees so much even what’s gone Before the wondrous green of country The maxing skies The glitter of the starry heavens In it all our spirit lies

A Prismatic and meaningful vista Reflected branches fall Onto a muddy puddle A kaleidoscopic rule Of thumb looked esoteric Literal to all

Rain it is tears of the angels Magical spirited souls Their sadness 4how beings live In the places Where history once put them through their paces The Abbey surroundings we c a clarion call Spring flowers have emerged To brighten … Continue reading →

The miracle of the all seeing A sky scape that each being Glimpses it’s resounding sight Avalon an islands might The TOR a hill of vast degree St Michael’s Tower it’s masonry The heavens open and our eyes Help us … Continue reading →

Etheric sky born mystery Pictured here a history Of an island scene of far away Avalon we see today A glorious mist purports to be Magical for all to see The Tor we know it’s hilly flight And St Michael’s … Continue reading →

An arena where light Where a tree humbled stands Looking up to the Tor At those magical lands Where St Michael’s Tower In It’s own masterpiece Reaches into the skies For its graceful release