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!”
Bert Biscoe shares his thoughts on a subject which affects all who care about Kernow. You may agree or disagree with his view but it cannot be denied that the decision will have far-reaching consequences. Tid’n Onen hag Oll this Mayor To tell a People whose modern mythology includes the rejection of sugar…Continue Reading “Tid’n Onen hag Oll this Mayor”
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 represented the people of Boscawen Division on Cornwall Council. The Division was formerly called ‘Moresk’ – an unbroken link from civic administration to the hurried…Continue Reading “Governor Generals Get There Soonest – A Poem by 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 administration…Continue Reading “Yew Tree at Perranwell Station – a Poem by Bert Biscoe”
This month we have another of Bert Biscoe’s poems. Sit back and listen to the engaging sound of Bert’s voice as he relates his story of The Porthleven Goose versus Old Will Temby. More of Bert’s Cornish themed poems can be found on this site by making a word search on his name. …Continue Reading “The Porthleven Goose versus Old Will Temby – a poem written and spoken by Bert Biscoe”
A few years ago we were sitting at Predannick on a hot day looking across Mount’s Bay. We were joined by John Bosustow, who had come to see who was taking a rest on his land. We got talking. I asked if he’d always lived on the Lizard. He pointed across the Bay to Mousehole…Continue Reading “Bosustow’s meditation”