At a Corner Which is Forever Kernow

Bert Biscoe (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 Boscawen Division on Cornwall Council. The Division was formerly called ‘Moresk’ – an unbroken link from civic…Continue Reading “At a Corner Which is Forever Kernow”

Froshie Evans recently performed Godrevy at the Writers’ Block Speakeasy during the 2019 Great Estate Festival. Cornish Story are pleased to be able to publish it online for the first time. Part One. We take off our shoes. Rocks, Rough against rough skin, Clock dandelions drift along the breeze. Make a wish. The sun aggressively kisses…Continue Reading “Godrevy”

Night’s gloved hand roused me, touching my feverish brow And filled me with a thousand waking longings – And as if led by the great hand of sleep, I wandered with my broken thoughts As if barefoot, pulled by the tide – To stand at the water’s edge Like some painted, strange figurehead, Pale in…Continue Reading “Fantasy on a Theme of the Sea”

Elizabeth Jane Timms returns with the latest poem in her Cornish themed series. On Cornish Cliffs is motivated by the stunning natural landscapes that can be found in the vicinity of Fowey. As if it had been found in a hedgerow, There was a wildness in this heart – Like a purse full of purple heather That…Continue Reading “On Cornish Cliffs”

Elizabeth Jane Timms is back with another poem in her Cornish themed mini-series. Her third offering, Cornish Song was influenced by the devastating beauty of Polridmouth Cove Beach. The other poems in Elizabeth’s series can be found here here. I threw my love for you into the sea and you looked back, In its eternal blue green gaze,…Continue Reading “Cornish Song”

Rob Bristol returns with another wonderful poem from his Cornish collection. You can find Rob’s earlier contributions here. Strolling on a Cornish beach, Keeping dreams within my reach, Overhead the sky is blue, From which I see a morning hue. …… As the tide draws ever near, Waves cascade, then disappear, Accompanied by a mighty roar, As…Continue Reading “Strolling”