*
Could there be an image more redolent
of the true majesty of these isles?
*
We are minded of the church at Kilpeck
with its famous and resplendent Sheelagh…
*
The fact that we had failed to get here
last time, or had been prevented,
seems indicative of a grace earned
which graces never are…
*
More accurately, perhaps, of a labyrinth trod,
blindfold from beginning to end,
with only child-like, inner promptings, as guide…
*
There’s even a ‘Merlin’ shuffling about
the kirk-yard,
his questing beast,
leashed, for walkies.
*
“Good After-Noon!”
*
It is now.
*
The chalice is gravid to hold,
snug to the hand-cusp,
the water clear,
and pure,
and cold,
spirit-fresh.
*
Ah, Calanais!
Merlin didn’t have the questing beast. It was used by King Pellinore, Sir Palamedes, or Sir Percival. Don’t remember which, but not Merlin. Didn’t he have an owl on his head?
LikeLiked by 2 people
No, perhaps not, but he has it now… An Owl or a Jackdaw… 😉
LikeLiked by 1 person
And a gem at the end of the labyrinth?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Reblogged this on Stuart France.
LikeLike