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

Exemplary The night sky Beyond the St Michael’s Tower Starlit serendipity Music on the hour Dreaming I be dreaming Of Glastonbury where The Tor and where once Avalon Provided us with air

To the horizon What we feel A frosty scape So very real Wildness occupies A thought The creatures Of the land Are caught In jack Frosts breath The wolf Moon sighs From his place Up in the skies

Look at the sky A frosty glaze St Michael’s Tower Worthy of praise Atop the Tor For evermore Michelle’s eye see In the first degree A continued scape And constancy

Let’s shout our praises to the sky Such blessings of tranquility Feel the acclaim the plaudits cry Salutations from on high Silhouettes the figures throng Duty bound just to belong St Michael’s Tower And the wondrous TOR Join us just … Continue reading →

The hedges intact The sky a nice blue Up good an early Lis wet with dew January’s message Who dares ignore The lane drying out All the way to the TOR The lens working overtime Depicting the scene Michelle the … Continue reading →

What we see How we feel What is out there The real godly expression The cloud seeding done By the arrogant head case A withering sun A startled effusion A goblet of glow Glastonbury’s offering More than you know

Look at the sky Sulphur and brimstone Gilded and golden Magical power Ocular peering It’s so endearing A mirage of colours Every hour

Claret for yule The sky before Dawn Warming and hearty Trying to warn The early risers The wind may be strong Lifting the leaves Sending them headlong Into our faces Whilst climbing the Tor No wonder my nose Is now … Continue reading →

It’s alive a remarkable burst Of true fire Glastonbury melts In the great solar spire A sensational sense of the real And the good Avalon purposefully Is understood Magical murmurings Mighty melodious

Through the arch looking outwards To vistas of light Shrouds of clouds Multi colours A magical sight Darkness apparent It be far from clear So kaleidoscopic For the end of the year

A great source of light From the stars in array Depicting in gold the tower far away A great soup of starlight Twinkles and shines Behold the great moon And this observer opines A wonderful clarity It’s so revealing So … Continue reading →

A dramatic setting A colourful time The expectation Evolves in a rhyme Peaceful just painting A glorious hue No purer perspective The artwork so true No matter how many days That we see the tower Standing quietly It does feel … Continue reading →

It stands for absolute substance A relevance more so Of the moment Suggestive Of what goes on down below The winding path Importing figuratively the need To clamber with strong tendons And to mindfully succeed It stands strong in all … Continue reading →

We hear the wind We c the stars We have our eyes We b The curtain of night Our heart beat slight Walking silently On Fallen leaves Watching our breath take flight St Michael’s Tower in darkness Atop the ancient … Continue reading →

A look of all most Eastern realms Below St Michael’s Tower Rainswept aura sky and flora Mellowing on the hour The levels like great mirrors Reflecting the big sky Glastonbury’s auric clouds A protection from on high

A wintry blast sent leaves a scurrying Over yonder far and wide The TOR has experienced many a Winter forlornly with no where to hide Cold and dampness chilling spilling Yule around the corner we With The artists colours changing … Continue reading →

Brimstone ochre Like a poker coals as hot as any seen The TOR it’s grandeur it’s perspective Heavenly daubing high lit scene Artwork graphics illustration Uninterrupted we can see Innovation like creation Foreseeable futurity

A golden sky a heavenly track It gets to your knees on the way back The tower stands proudly And the Tor Majestically feels good and raw Having a camera one can see Avalon and we all agree Thanks to … Continue reading →

Let us raise a laugh Let us raise a smile Look up at the sky For a long while Rays of light A stimulation St Michael’s Tower With jubilation Once perhaps a fortification And now in fact a revelation Light … Continue reading →

Walking is like floating And floating feels so magical We know it’s air There’s no water there The illusion purely optical Perfection and reflection Really infallibility

Peering through an archway Out and down we see A path that runs down through the Tor From which a mystery Opens up and shows the eyes A perspective from the past An accumulation of magical scenes That leaves us … Continue reading →

The island once deeper Apparent again Avalons mystery Becomes its refrain The Tower left surveying The Tor at a height In deference really To its Ancestral flight.

She lived in Glastonbury Near the White Spring High in the sky Where the birds on the wing Seeing the great Yews At Chalice perchance Loving the peacefulness A kind of trance Medium issue The red water stream Came down … Continue reading →

The spirit of Autumn A colourful climb The Tor it’s so beautiful All of the time Solitudes kingdom The sky above Leafy lanes whisper It’s A time I so love