The Goddess of Avalon

The Goddess of Avalon

A Poem by Ink Angel
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A poem about the magic of Glastonbury

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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......

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


© 2012 Ink Angel



Author's Note

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

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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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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What a lovely read! I love the flow of this. Keep up with the great work

Posted 7 Months Ago


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Ink Angel

7 Months Ago

Thank you for your lovely review. I enjoyed wrting this very mcuh.
A wonderful adaption of an old legend, The mystic of Wiltshire never ceases to fail with it's inspirational qualities.

Posted 7 Months Ago


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TrimarcoRansome

7 Months Ago

Open a blank page and let the story take you...Works for me ;-)
TrimarcoRansome

7 Months Ago

P.S I think there would be mileage in writing a modern twist to these old tales...Go for it!
Ink Angel

7 Months Ago

Thanks for the insperation ill try that :)
Thank you all for your wonderful comments on this poem :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


This is so beautiful, extremely mystical, and so descriptive. The world seemed to slow down and stop as I read this.
The neighborhood I live in is called Avalon Point, so it made it extra special. :)
Amazing write. Thank you.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

try not to edit too much- this is really beautiful, so visual. I felt blessed to to travel with the Goddess, see the world through her eyes. Thank you for posting.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wonderfully dream-like, conjuring vivid images of ancient lore. The grammar? Perhaps you've already taken care of that, for I noticed no errors. Then again, I may have been too wound up in your enthralling words.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Gorgeous, inspiration piece. Imagery is stunning.

Beautiful write.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This really is beautiful. Your patient descriptions make it seem to be happening in slow-motion, each movement meaningful and crystallized. I noticed the minor grammer errors, but that can be fixed later. This is a poignant and spiritual masterpiece.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Great, descriptive imagery, I love the overall flow, of the poem, and the goddess. Every word is highlighted with such grace, such beauty and it was inspiring to read. I love how this is all isolated from the other industrialized side of the world, another world where peace is in abundance, and everyone rejoices in meditation. Ahh, now I truly do ache for a visit next to that river haha. This poem also shows the beauty of nature, and I barely noticed any grammatical error. I love the peace and serenity, great job!

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Ink Angel
Ink Angel

Reading, United Kingdom



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I love to write poetry, love to read poetry, love of graffiti, Art, Angels and photography. I have recently had my poem break of Day pubished and another about the Green man will be published soon :).. more..

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