The Phantom Tinner of Geevor – a poem by Robert J Rowse

The Phantom Tinner of Geevor By Robert J Rowse     The heavy gates were sealed in ninety’s chill, The winding drum stood silent on the hill. Damp bitter air still clings to rusted stone, Where phantom miners walk the dark alone. Rough granite walls exhale a bitter breath, That carries echoes from the depths…Continue Reading “The Phantom Tinner of Geevor – a poem by Robert J Rowse”