(photo: Terry Harry) Botallack When you gaze out to sea at Botallack You’re transported back in time As you stand on top of the cliffside And look down on the remains of the Mine The two most iconic of buildings Are set low on the edge of the sea The Mine stretches out under…Continue Reading “Botallack – A Poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
Botallack Mine – an engraving This poem is from an anonymous elderly lady down St Just way who was clearing out her late parents’ papers so it likely dates from the 19th century and, because of the use of the present tense, maybe from the time of the disaster. We are indebted to Paul Phillips…Continue Reading “Botallack Mine Disaster 18th April 1863 – A poem by Anon”
Charlestown Port Polmear, picturesque, sitting at the head of the bay, Unchanged till Charles Rashleigh came along one day, he built a harbour, a gun battery, and the port leat, massive engineering, was no easy feat. Vessels sit at anchor, serene in the bay, berthing tomorrow to load copper and clay, copper…Continue Reading “Charlestown Port”
Gwennap Pit It’s the heart of the Methodist world Where John Wesley made his mark And as the people came to listen Something profound had made a start Let your light shine, were his words Miss no opportunity to do others good We would do well to just remember Were these sentiments understood?…Continue Reading “Gwennap Pit – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”
Click on this audio link to listen as you read Shut that Stable Door – ZOOM0158 Or enjoy Bert reciting his poem on this YouTube clip from the Carols of the Roseland celebration at Truro Cathedral in December 2024 Shut that stable door! O God! Why, when I carved estuaries And heaved-up headlands and…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”