Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

Many centuries its stood its ground On the Salisbury plain A Neolithic temple of stones You are insane To stage such fearful drama It’s foundation Rock and roll Your saying it’s congestion Where the hell’s your soul Inexplicability &gibberish today … Continue reading →

Salisbury plain and the MOD Rented from the people who diligently Know about Stonehenge It’s in their blood Tunnels and 303’s It’s a big thud in everyone’s psyche Leave well alone Big wigs no nothing Not from their tone

For goodness sake people We just have to stand Up and fight if we have to Protecting our land Stonehenge is paramount It has to be Left where it is Its supremacy It’s on hallowed ground To carve up and … Continue reading →

There is wonderment around us Admiration for Trees and woodland Creatures wild The craft the rede and more Bafflement and transformation Reconciled Miraculous and marvellous The melody of light The magic arts The wizardry Off the talismanic charts From one … Continue reading →

I have started driving two hours a way to awful cold along the way Got to rollrights and the open sky And the sun came out The reason why It’s full on magic it’s everything The grove the hill and … Continue reading →

To all intents and purposes it looks as though we see The golden Dawn of an ocean morn Through the Tor and magick ly Behold the autumn Equinox With revellers awake To the celestial harvest Really for all our sake

It’s the middle of the night But I do invite The prosaic lilt to come I am lying writing really inviting To feel that inner most drum A beating heart A teary eye And the witch I share My lullaby … Continue reading →

The sky is vast upon the hill The Rollright Stones It’s quite a thrill To be there see the ragged stones Look down on Chipping A spot that owns Centuries of sabatt gazing Truthfully it’s spirit raising

My Druids cloak Dark red it be Festooned with badges And infantry Of delightful trees and butterflies And a witch or two We realise Nature’s around us everyday And casting a circle

The Roll Right Stones Up on a hill A tree lined grove Growing still As the legend goes All turned to stone The king & his soldiers Remain alone All these centuries Rigid they Found a witch who was in … Continue reading →

Great stacks reaching high The machines and the grist All those great wafting colours An enlivening mist Of stalky persuasion Magick indeed Derived if you like From just one tiny seed

Its arrogance personified And Grant Shapps ought to be Proving just how wise he is Re the A303 The idea of a tunnel Which is really bad The Great Henge needs to be left untouched That idea is completely mad

We had visited Avebury it had been a wet day an on our way home There  had been a delay the SatNav  was playing up as we drove back It told us to leave  the main road to a track … Continue reading →

Legends and stories and  Druids and fairies rollrights and hilltops in Oxfordshire where a blue sky the mole hills the lichen the trees the old crone the Kings men some one tell us why all these stones standing a circle … Continue reading →

a dizzy day of celebration The Watchers kindred space Rollrights were resplendent its such a peaceful place to be welcomed by the members and you Dear lady I really felt the fusion and the  joyfulness on  high   fulfillment  it … Continue reading →

a massive feat of workmanship farmers and Astronomers used their mighty muscles to carve out an astonishing tomb 5200 years ago 270 foot diameter a structure so much older than the great Egyptian pyramids 43 feet high it is a … Continue reading →

Stonehenge it sits there on Salisbury plain thousands of souls Feel  its ancient refrain the sarsons the blue stones it stands there in vain twenty two quid for admission to be close to the history close to it all thats … Continue reading →