Chalice Well, a gift by me to ATS.

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posted on Feb, 3 2013 @ 03:51 AM
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Chalice Well, by Wren-Lucan Lakota Rautha

The spirits called from Silbury Tor
by sacred math, nineteen and four
to consecrate our alchemy
and close for all time nowhere's door

moon and willow loom above us
wind lashes, rain falls to the ground
to feed blood springs of Chalice Well
in Afalon, where skulls are found

there i see the prophetess of truth, who blots
my face with petal-soft perfumed veil
pristine in my mind still, though now she rots
who led me thorn-crowned down the rosy trail

where my brother planted a cruxstave in the ground
tired travelers may meet me, at the well
on the island, in the pasture, on the hill
and join me, rest the night, and drink their fill
--and all may drink, the cup flows over still




posted on Feb, 3 2013 @ 06:33 AM
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Ah nice....Glastonbury is my home town. I'm Australian now though! Glastonbury in winter.

edit on 3-2-2013 by cyoshi because: Typo



posted on Feb, 3 2013 @ 07:00 AM
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Lovely, evocative, in the days of my youth I used to regularly visit Glastonbury as it was one of my main places I used to go to when I was out to impress one of my lady friends, and enjoy the atmosphere and attractions. I always went up the Tor during the day, and at night to soak up the two completely different atmospheres. A walk round the abbey, and then spending some considerable time in Chalice Well Garden which has one of the most pleasant atmospheres I have ever experienced. I have promised Mrs Hotel 1 a trip there this summer if we actually have a summer that is.





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