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”
A Cornishman’s view of war We wring our hands at the horrors of war but surely history tells us that warfare is a part of mankind’s psyche – there is an ever-present inevitability of conflict. As conscripts or volunteers, our Cornish “Tommies” took up their guns but sad to say their names joined those carved…Continue Reading “No Refuge – Just Refugees – A poem by Alan Murton”
In memory of Captain J S Harris By Thomas Roberts “A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and a loving favour rather than silver and gold.” Our good Captain Harris and friend is gone, To be with Christ his Lord; The fight is fought, the victory’s won, He’s gone to…Continue Reading “In memory of Captain J S Harris – a 19th century poem”
Stand here by the Sunday School, Beside the Scholars’ House, Where rubber plant and yellow hammer And pigeon speak in tongues. The river brings cold clay, Washed away, washed away, And careless ploughs rubbing tynes Like silent crickets in tasteless hay Mock the ornamental scythe Crucified in converted barns – Take a moment…Continue Reading “Old Bridge – a poem by Bert Biscoe”
The Church of St Gwinear Tucked away in a fold of the land just inland from the north coast, lies a church that bears a dedication to one of those wild Irish rovers who supposedly brought Christianity to Cornwall. To stand there, today, is to be part of that ancient past. Through…Continue Reading “The Church of St Gwinear – a Poem by David Oates”
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”