Avebury Poems - Poems about Avebury

Come Friends, from all the quarters come From mountain and from sea And harken to the ancient drum That beats at Avebury The wren that sings, the bees that hum The bard beneath the tree Come Fellows, from the east and west In all your finery In cloaks and crowns of oak leaves dressed In friendliness to see The folk most beautiful and blessed Who come...

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Has Summer gone? Oh God, she was divine Those crazy kisses, that incessant heat Last seen by The Red Lion on the street And off to Swindon on the 49 - Another bus is coming, so it’s fine That Autumn makes an old heart skip a beat Her hazy colours, and her scents as sweet As blackberries that tumble from the vine We...

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Across the land this morn, a roll of light Gave birth to shadows, cast from chalky hills The larks ascended, sang away the night Vibrated sky to waking with their trills ‘Tis Summer; round the circle swirls the breeze As darkness yields unto the swell of day As every meadow hums with birds and bees And scent of elder steals the...

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Cold, grey stone in formation stand, Old standing stones, they gathered round, Around the magic close to hand, Old hands that grasped the Pagan ground. The joyous come to dance and sing, They sing the tales the ancients told, The stories told by bards of spring That spring shall come end winter’s cold. All seasons turn upon the wheel, The wheel of life that...

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The place where living dances with the dead, Spirits gather to hear what wise ones said, The mysteries that joins the heart and head Are never lost in ritualistic stead. In this, a sacred place of weathered stone Where I can be but I’m never alone With ancient spirits that I call my own My soul can reach beyond mere flesh and...

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Round goes the spiral looping the path. Straight stand the stones high in green grass. Round goes the moat circling the tor; solitary stanchion saracens high altars they bore. Round goes the blood red twining the past tall stand the grave stones memories n’er made to last. Round goes the gate in the churchyards mall through walks the sacred peacocks ashen white pall. Round go the penitents lead through the hatch lonesome lost...

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