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”
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 thoughts about the war memorial at Kenwyn, in Truro. More of Bert’s Cornish themed poems can be found on this site by making a word search on his name. …Continue Reading “War Memorial at Kenwyn, a poem written and spoken by Bert Biscoe”
We bring you another poem from the pen and voice of Bert Biscoe and hope it finds favour. (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…Continue Reading “Dumnonia”
Who’d be a vole, Summer time, Down St Buryan way, On change-over-day? That’s the day they Christians d’call Saturday – day of Saturn – he with the rings – Roman patron of slaves – that’s they Who d’creep out of their hovels and Cornish Units To clean caravans and chalets over Hayle…Continue Reading “Change-Over-Day – 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 “Cool Stones”
Ah! We’ll sit beside the aching Bal To hold our heart between its knees – Still hands, uncalloused now Stir melancholy’s slow reprise – It suits the eye to always choose To stare at slowly moving ground Beneath soft sandalled shuffled soles Where nail’d steps once rang their sound, And, pressed beneath the…Continue Reading “South Crofty Revived by Bert Biscoe”