(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”
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…Continue Reading “At a Corner Which is Forever Kernow”
Froshie Evans recently performed Godrevy at the Writers’ Block Speakeasy during the 2019 Great Estate Festival. Cornish Story are pleased to be able to publish it online for the first time. Part One. We take off our shoes. Rocks, Rough against rough skin, Clock dandelions drift along the breeze. Make a wish. The sun aggressively kisses…Continue Reading “Godrevy”
Night’s gloved hand roused me, touching my feverish brow And filled me with a thousand waking longings – And as if led by the great hand of sleep, I wandered with my broken thoughts As if barefoot, pulled by the tide – To stand at the water’s edge Like some painted, strange figurehead, Pale in…Continue Reading “Fantasy on a Theme of the Sea”
Elizabeth Jane Timms returns with the latest poem in her Cornish themed series. On Cornish Cliffs is motivated by the stunning natural landscapes that can be found in the vicinity of Fowey. As if it had been found in a hedgerow, There was a wildness in this heart – Like a purse full of purple heather That…Continue Reading “On Cornish Cliffs”