Best Avebury Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, 24th September 2016  
I wish you well...

I’m here, again…
Come riding in, upon the western wave
My hair all wove with...

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Written for the Winter Solstice sunrise at Avebury, Wiltshire, England

I have waited for you
Where no shadow seeps
Deep in the earth
Where the slow damp creeps
Under the...

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Wiltshire is a lovely place too be
A county with plenty of history
Neolithic rocks from north to south
You can even see a white horses mouth

With walks...

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Written for the Avebury Gorsedd, and the Equinox, Spring 2017

Can you feel her in the blood
The turning tides, the shifting of the skies
Or hear her...

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Ancient and modern is this heartbeat 
of a kingdom of four territories;
becoming the first biter to the endocarp of industrialization;
the first host to a global...

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For Idril; a Summer Solstice rhyme

At Avebury, on Solstice eve, a crone and a maiden sat
The crone wore a weary wisdom, and the maid wore...

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Avebury a Wiltshire village low
To windswept beacon of Ivinghoe.
Eighty-five miles,vale and hill
Wayfare freedoms,exhilarate and thrill.

Striding downs in grassy scrub
Midst trees and clumps of shrub;
Shaded lanes,gates...

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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...

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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...

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I am all over Wiltshire
High up on the hills
I am immune from fire
To tourists I give thrills

You can see me from afar
By plane, on foot...

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