Winter Solstice at Glastonbury – a poem by Rob Evans

Winter Solstice at Glastonbury If a great bell survives the molten bedlam of its begetting; if in the slow-cooled darkness, it crystallises to one clear voice; if it emerges from its sand-encrusted shell with vocal folds uncracked then I suppose it’s natural that we should recognise its pure enduring authority, its right to mark ourContinue reading “Winter Solstice at Glastonbury – a poem by Rob Evans”