Shut that stable door! Shut that Stable Door – ZOOM0158 Click the above link to listen as you read O God! Why, when I carved estuaries And heaved-up headlands and tors, And set spriggans to manage the moors, And caused glaciers to slide From Bosvigo to Malpas, Why did I not think to…Continue Reading “Shut that stable door! – A poem by Bert Biscoe”
Another poem from the pen and voice of one of Cornwall’s foremost poets National Minority Audio Click above to listen National Minority A powerful sun rose and stretched, Pushing back the clothes of cloud With which the old Earth wraps Herself to sleep in the doorway Of orbit’s midnight and early hours…Continue Reading “National Minority – A Poem by Bert Biscoe”
Another poem from the pen and voice of one of Cornwall’s foremost poets The Journey – (Truro – Redruth) (For audio, click on title) The Number Forty bus from Truro To Redruth (via St Day) grinds a gear, Pulls into traffic and away – a jackdaw Departs the railway station’s ridge, Making its…Continue Reading “The Journey by Bert Biscoe”
Another tongue-in-cheek poem from the pen and voice of one of Cornwall’s foremost poets (Photo Steve Tanner) Vyager gans Geryow (Bert Biscoe) lives in Truro. He is a poet and songwriter whose work draws on his interest in history, politics, social justice and language. He represents the people of Moresk…Continue Reading “Pendragon – Owse up Treliske by Bert Biscoe”
The Cockpit Chapel Bert Biscoe brings us another of his poems, this time with Truro’s rich religious history in mind. A passing thought behind Trurra Cathedral The first signs of pretention came In the eighteenth century When the burghers granted permission For a spire to cap The miserable chapel…Continue Reading “A passing thought behind Trurra Cathedral – A Poem by Bert Biscoe”
Portscatho on New Year’s Day 2023 Bert Biscoe brings us another of his poems, this one in reflective mood – of things past, of people past, of Cornwall past. Goodnight, my land. Goodnight! Dedicated to Hilary Thomson of Portscatha I remember in the not-so-dim And still fresh past When pilgrims and…Continue Reading “Goodnight, my land. Goodnight!”