New Moon over the Isle of Glas

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I imagine…

Before the tower, before the Abbey and before the fens were drained, the Isle of Glas stood tall and strong, a solitary sentinel amongst the many lakes and marshes of the Somerset Levels .

It was the sacred Isle to honour the gods and ancestors. The beacon post for miles around, a place to celebrate, to warn of danger and to remember. 

With each turning of the great wheel, each wax and wane of the moon, the tribes would gather.

I imagine…

Below are the words from the poem ‘The Isle of Glas’ which inspired this piece

The moon hung like a basket 

In the winter’s sky;

She gazed upon the black lake

With her silver eye…

The fishers waited silently

‘neath the waxing moon;

Their eyes were focussed keenly

On the black lagoon.

(excerpt from the book Queens of Avalon)

The rest of the poem and many more old tales and artwork can be found in the Queens of Avalon book.