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”

Old Bridge – a poem by Bert Biscoe

  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 – a Poem by David Oates

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”

National Minority – A Poem by Bert Biscoe

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”

Morwenstow Church – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry

There’s a Church in northern Cornwall Where an eccentric used to roam He was the vicar and a poet Morwenstow Church became his home Reverend Hawker was this cleric He wrote poetic sermons in his hut Made out of driftwood from the seashore From shipwrecked vessels out of luck With a service of thanksgiving And…Continue Reading “Morwenstow Church – a poem by Ruth Tremayne Harry”

The Specialist

A tongue-firmly-in-cheek poem based on the book The Specialist by Charles Sale.   Charles’s Lem Putt, illustrated by William Kermode   Here, Tony Mansell replaces Charles Sale’s Lem Putt with Benjamin Albert Tregaskes…a Cornish entrepreneur. Neither man existed with those names but those who created these necessaries were real and their creations were in use…Continue Reading “The Specialist”