The Goddess of Avalon

A poem about the magic of Glastonbury

The Goddess of Avalon

 

The hidden green-blue lake

Sits silent in amongst

The hills of Avalon

Not a ripple to be seen

 

Like a pea green mist

Out of the water she rises, tossing her curls

Not a drip falls from her long chestnut hair

Her green piercing eyes sparkle like Emeralds’

 

Up she rears

A dress of shimmering Green

Covered in an array of green beads

And jewels and golden thread

Almost serpent like

 

Hovering towards the water’s edge

Golden wings appear

She stops and turns

Silent for a moment

Glancing back at the water

 

The great wings flap

Up above she looks down at the wonder of the Tor

Green mystique magic adorns Glastonbury

Will they ever see the wonder of it all!

 

She sits now by the Chalice Well

Silence envelops her

Wise words coming to her

Inhaling the serenity of it all she moves on

Secrets of the Holy Grail on her mind

 

She moves on smelling the scent of the flowers

Watching all the  colours as they dance in the breeze

She's in awe of it s beauty

Reaching up to the Holy thorn tree

She asks permission to take a sprig

Attaching it to her button hole

 

She takes flight again

Settling in the grounds of the Abbey

She wanders through the ancient Oaks

Like a Majestic Queen

Talking in Celtic tongue

To King Arthur about days gone by

 

She watches now from a bench

As she see's the monks go about their duties

Meaningful symbols, she told to pass on

She whispers secrets to Mother Earth

This is the only way, they

Will begin to rebirth

 

Final flight now

She sees the beauty of the sun rise

Orange and yellow warmth

Surrounds her

She wonders how many of them know

How lucky they are

 

Landing now on the Tor

The breath taking view

Rolling on for miles

She chats to St. Michael

About days of old,

Why oh! Oh why! Can’t they see the gold!

 

Back now at the water’s edge

The Goddess of Avalon

Has done her work

Along with Mother Earth

 Ascending Masters, and wise men of Old

I can do no more she sighs

All that’s left is a ripple in time......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I gave up with the grammar on this one, I will edit at some point.

Reviews

[R J Askew]

What a lovely, mystical read. I love the notion of the perfect beauty emerging from the waters with such drama. It is like watching the life cycle of a dragon-fly or other spangled beauty. It also makes me think how we need such romantic stories to take our minds off our dull material realities. I forgot as I was reading that you'd mentioned the grammar. Will take another look at that now.

[Ink Angel]

Im sure I left comment on all of these. Not been here for a while. Thank you, I really enjoyed writing this.

[Monica]

I like your poem, it's well written and fun to read. Your imagery is beautiful!
The first stanza grabbed my attention...and your words held it through to the end. Excellent write!