LOCKDOWN by Ruth Tremayne Netter 6 January, 2021
We’re in lockdown yet againAnd advised to stay at homeThe virus is now rampantThank God I’m not alone It seems the risk gets higher1 in
Category: Poetry
LANDSCAPE by Les Rendell
I gaze upon the granite moor and mark the summit of the tor;And all around the windswept green, changing hue to shades between.While over where
CORNISH COVID by Ruth Tremayne Netter 30th December, 2020
We thought we were safeThe numbers were lowBut then the tourists arrivedThat was the first lethal blow The hotels were all closedAnd the shops were
NEWQUAY REMEMBERED Ruth Tremayne Netter 27th December, 2020
Renowned for cliffs and beachesA seaside town with natural charmAnd on the outskirt village hamletsWith cows, horses and a farm There were tourists in the
GWENNAP PIT by Ruth Tremayne Netter
It’s the heart of the Methodist worldWhere John Wesley made his markAnd as the people came to listenSomething profound had made a start Let your
Just Another Summer Day… by Lynn Jennings
(Porthminster Beach, St Ives, Cornwall Aug 1943) August 1943 –the heat has driven usdown to the shore… sky is a cloth of endless blue,a heat
The Bomb by Lynn Jennings
(July 7th Lister Street – Falmouth, Cornwall) I have no memory of that Sunday,of my family doing the usual Sunday things,my brother playing next door
How do you know you’re back where you belong? by Alan Murton
How do you know?When the winter sun is shining and the sea is cobalt blue,When the golden sand is gleaming, Atlantic rollers sweeping inAnd you
“Where I belong…” by Alan Murton
Empty winter beachebb tide leaves mirrored pools.Lovers stroll, hold hands.Seabirds wheeling high, reach for the towering crags,swoop to foaming surf.gone the summer throng,stretches the endless
A Cornishman’s Alphabet After Phillip Gross by Alan Murton
An Alturnun Academic Arguing Attic ArtsBodmin Bully-Boys Booking Beds for bards.Cool Chaps from Camborne Catching the Coach for Brittany…Deacons from Doublebois Drowning their own litany…Emmet