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

Cobalt and woad Out on the road Up to the Tower The great tower of peace Avalons message Wonders never cease Not around Glastonbury Anyway

Predicting a sighting Extra sensory There was a tower there Once certainly The Avalon mists roll Intuitively Over the Tor So mesmerically It feels otherworldly Enchanted am I Sensational secrets Survive serenely

Etheric unbelievably so St Michael ‘s Tower Rarefied we know Cosmological heavenly The TOR so raw It felt to me A marvellous texture Warp and weave glastonbury I believe.

Emblazoned on its stonework Ancient readings where Literal translation And cracking seems to share The legends and the stories The vulnerability The mighty Tor holed out and wet In defence of Liberty.

Stand up there surveying The wondrous Avalon The greenery the cloudscape It stretches out upon Everything that’s marvellous The spirit and the soul Walk back down to Glastonbury Festooned in history In spells and bells and magic In a magnetic … Continue reading →

Sunrise such excitement And awareness of it all The golden taste of rapture Mother Nature’s call To all wild souls wherever They be on Avalon Enthused by Arthur’s herstory Which just rolls on and on

Sheep were dotted here and there Taking their early green The odd wild herb to enliven them Soaking up the scene Of St Michael’s Tower Deliberately Scaling down the Tor a characterful tree in view with It’s many spangled leaves … Continue reading →

Knowing it’s there Each step More aware St Michael’s Tower The TOR it has power Close to the sky As the great clouds roll by

Sallow skies where brimstone burst A veneer of cadmium I saw first Dancing light a xanthin scene Of marigold and tangerine A spectrum and a golden scale On the Glastonbury trail.

Breathing the fresh cool oxygenated air Across the TOR Taking in the ancient tower And the sky who dares ignore The drama of the early morning Such jubilation pours Out of those so impressionable That half the world ignores

St Michael’s Tower clothed in Mystique Hiding in its invisible shroud Wandering over Avalon Quietly feeling proud To be a point of interest But needing to appear In a dream state purposefully With Autumn drawing near

Volcanic vastly poetic Meaningful desire Affirmations declarations Revelations unfolding fire Chimerical foretelling forewarning An announcement from above A battle of prognostication And love.

Let’s leap into infinity together Glastonbury a kingdom built of dreams A stone tower on a Tor When the Winter winds are raw The passage of pure flight Is how it seems

Our imagination does things for our logic From high beneath the sky The swirling soul We feel that we can float and fly Above below oh me oh my It’s magical and it becomes a goal

The moon feels somewhat tiny Looking at the TOR Septembers song upon us The mornings a bit raw The last day of the Hazel The vine on Saturday Mellow light and shadows The order of to day

Nestled in the mists of magic At Glastonbury, We Feel the outpouring of inspiration In all its wonderful fluency Euphonious and flawless Embellished so to say With a ghostly flourish On this fine August Day

St Michael’s Tower looks resplendent in the bright light of the day A vibrancy of evergreens sun kissed Hues of apple and sage the greener flashes of moss and lime Noticed all the way Up the TOR the path a … Continue reading →

Wild horses, they be Grass munching for free A bold sunlit cloud mass Visibility The tower is just there It’s impression all share Substantive by hearsay And Glastonbury

The sky looked pretty angry Obfuscation wise Someone pulled the curtain And through somewhat haunted eyes We marvel at the sombre Somewhat pigmented clue A grizzled backdrop for the Tor’s Long sighted early view

Together at the top of the world So 2say In the arch of St Michael 2souls do play The belief that the magic Such conviction we felt So much expectation Cards seemingly dealt Dancing together Such precepts we raised The … Continue reading →

A darkly crescendo A dramatic smile A historic venture In what is a pile Of ancientness, wonder Descriptions of old A prescription that brightens The soul urge all rolled Onto one magical experience

Hawthorn blossom smells of death In the month of May Could be my breath Under a Hag horn some have said Don’t ever place it near one’s bed Apparently the trimethylamine Really does smell quite obscene A bit like when … Continue reading →