Rob Bristol is back with another poem in his Cornish themed series. You can find Rob’s earlier contributions here. Have you walked the Cornish moors, Stood upon the highest Tors, Witnessed beauty beyond compare, Scenes which make you more aware. …… Have you stood above St Ives, Viewed the bay on which it thrives, Walked the…Continue Reading “The Cornish Moors…”
Cornish Story is excited to offer the second in a series of poems from Rob Bristol Poetry (c). Read on to discover the creative genius of a man who writes a new poem every single day. You can find Rob’s offering from last month here. This beautiful land where valleys are green, Rainbows appear by a trickling…Continue Reading “This Beautiful Land”
This month, in the first in a series of poems by Luxulyan’s very own Rob Bristol, we have the story of a Leprechaun on a journey of discovery in Cornwall. Enjoy! A leprechaun travelled to Cornwall, in search of his family tree, He knew that all his relations, were mainly regarded as wee, The young man had…Continue Reading “The Tale of the Leprechaun ..”
Local educator and entrepreneur Charity Wilson brings the mythology of St Michael’s Mount to life with her short poem and artwork about the giants who once lived on the Mount. The giant on St Michael’s Mount is quite misunderstood. He’s totted up a sad headcount, not like a giant should. He only ever squished one wife…Continue Reading “The Giant on St Michael’s Mount”
This month, Bert Biscoe reads ‘A Shadow Departs’, a touching poem dedicated to the memory of Clarice Mortenson-Fowler who sadly passed away aged 97 on New Years eve 2013. The daughter of the Captain of a Merchant Schooner, Clarice lived her entire life in Truro, where she became a well known and popular figure. She was…Continue Reading “A Shadow Departs – In memory of Clarice Mortenson-Fowler”
This month Alan Kent remembers the not so distant glory days at South Crofty with his poem Winding Engine, Robinson’s Shaft. “ʼEave on your steelies boy! We’m goin’ down t’ ’Ell.” This must have once been said here, above the bountiful, tapering shaft of two hundred fathoms upon which still rests this battleship grey of drum and…Continue Reading “Winding Engine, Robinson’s Shaft”