Category: Poetry

FROM AN EXILE by Les Rendell

Where do I live?The question begs an answer in perplexity,For if my body works and bides in EnglandThe heart that pumps the bloodstream giving breathCan

BYGONE DAYS by Les Rendell

Life wanders on, year in, year out, apaceAs melancholy haunts the backward gaze;But memory holds alive those years of graceOf Cornish childhood, golden bygone days.

DAY’S END by Les Rendell

‘Tes time to riddle out grate, mautherAn’ to maake us desh o’ tay,Fer be gwain up temberen ‘ill, mautherIn coose fer anawther day. ‘Twas ‘ansum,


On the extreme south coast of CornwallLies the picturesque Cadgwith CoveIt’s the home of fishermen’s familiesA very special treasure trove The fishing fleet is centralIt’s

Cruel Coppinger by Ian Marshall.

A ship lay off the Cornish coast one fearsome stormy night.She struck her bows upon the rocks and quickly sank from sight;But from the wreck