Category Archives: The Sabbats and the old craft

The thorn took a share of my lace dress violating the skin on my thigh with a steady hand engrossed in pain protecting my dress I was torn between the coldness of the night air and the piercing scream within … Continue reading →

The steps picked out by light A vivid representation A golden halo of a sun The wondrous improvisation Avalons intensity Its spellbinding display Of diadems and gloriousness It’s a wonderful wonderful day

There is fire in the sky There is light in the sky a conflagration An illumination from the TOR It depicts A fabulous sight The levels are stunning Even more from this height.

A swirl of lateral thinking Wings externally A gorgeous hue of golden leaf To the outermost degree A marvellous configuration Picked out by light and dark Clearly in proportion It’s where it makes it’s mark

Gold fire out of dark grey cloud Rain it’s coming good and loud Getting wetter I can say At the beginning of today Light looks fine the TOR does too The grass green Makes a splendid view Glastonbury sees it … Continue reading →

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 →