Within a field of fragrant wild flowers
Merlin’s eyes and Nemué’s fair hand
beckon the willing to follow a fairy path
to the world of Myth and Magic.
We cross the field to discover a spring,
In clear water we wander downhill.
Paddling on pebbles in the sparkling stream,
following meanderings as it deepens
and gathers speed on the slope, gushing on
to a weir where it pours into a large lake.
We linger on the bank before setting foot
in its freshness, losing ourselves underwater.
Deeper and deeper through fish and weed
we go to a wall of dark green parted by Merlin
to reveal a nature hall with a bubbling cauldron
attended by nine beautiful maidens.
We drink of the brew from small shell cups
and feel a shift of being as we gently float
to the surface, captured in a golden net
cast from the craft of the Fisher King.
He sits amidships with crown and purple robe,
bidding us to climb aboard. We set off for
a beautiful castle on an horizon island
ploughing a gentle wake on the water.
The magical castle throws wide its gates
showing a magnificent chamber within.
Beyond a small door an old bearded King
receives holy communion from a maiden.
This fair princess greets us and bids us
follow through a curtained doorway.
We ascend a winding stair to a Chapel
bedecked with purple velvet and silver altar.
A Bleeding Lance drips drops of blood
in a shining silver cup next to a plate
on which rests the delicate white host.
We kneel to partake of the offerings.
The roof opens wide and we ascend
into blue sky whereon a crystalline cloud
floats a bark with masts of red, green and white.
At the prow stands a knight in golden armour.
Sir Galahad with white red cross shield,
on a bier the body of a beautiful maiden,
an empty chalice resting on her breast.
We step aboard this heavenly vessel.
Floating in a reflection of the ship,
it soars to the shining sphere of the Sun.
Our Lady ascends from her bier,
Our Knight transformed in our Lord.
A great silver dove becomes their ship
and from the golden sphere steps
Joseph of Arimathea clothed with the Sun
he strides aboard to strike his staff upon our deck
to bring us joy of the Holy Tree.
Branches, leaves and blossoms bloom,
Delicate pink and wonderful white flowers
springing from the masts and deck.
In wonder we tumble through the sky
with thousands of flowers like blessings
of kisses for the earth to cherish.
The Legend of the Glastonbury Thorn.
“With us is the Grace of the Shining Ones in the Mystery of Earth Light. Peace to all Signs and Shadows, Radiant Light to all Ways of Darkness, and the Living One of Light, Secret Unknown, Forever.”
Inspired by ‘Merlin and the Grail Tradition’ by Gareth Knight
Illustration ‘At Length He Mounted, and Crossed O’er the Lowered Drawbridge’
Parsifal, or the Legend of the Holy Grail retold from Ancient Sources.
Willy Pogàny, New York 1912.