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”
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”
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”
While clearing a ditch in that magical upland of West Penwith, just below the great hill-fort of Chûn, a farmer gradually revealed a relic from the distant past – a well with lintels of moorstone. Its age is uncertain, its magic undeniable From sunlit morn of dusty day Down steps worn smooth By countless…Continue Reading “Bosullow Well, a poem by David Oates”
Another poem from the pen and voice of one of Cornwall’s foremost poets The Journey – (Truro – Redruth) (For audio, click on title) The Number Forty bus from Truro To Redruth (via St Day) grinds a gear, Pulls into traffic and away – a jackdaw Departs the railway station’s ridge, Making its…Continue Reading “The Journey by Bert Biscoe”
Golitha Falls An autumn walk to cherish The colours inspire awe The River Fowey is flowing Like you’ve never seen before Draynes Wood is the beginning As the paths wind through the trees Where roots form stepping stones And moss and lichen frame the leaves You hear the rapids singing As you skirt the…Continue Reading “Golitha Falls by Ruth Tremayne Harry”