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,
Category: Poetry
CADGWITH COVE
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
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
NEWQUAY REMEMBERED Ruth Tremayne Harry 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 Harry
With photos by Terry Harry It’s the heart of the Methodist worldWhere John Wesley made his markAnd as the people came to listenSomething profound had
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
Hands Across The Sea by Lewis Rowe
Cousin Jacks and Jills in foreign parts With memories of this Duchy in their hearts;In Philadelphia or Wisconsin, USA,Australia, down Perth or Melbourne wayLiving where Pacific
What May Means to me by Jill Biddle Obby Oss 1996
A poem written by Jill Biddle with scans of the original photos by Terry Harry of Padstow’s Obby Oss. Hopefully it will remind everyone of
Some Cornish Poetry
Cornish Trawlers by Mark Snell Why do the Cornish beamers Spend so much time at sea? Hardly setting foot in port these days To see
Cornish Wayside Crosses by Michael Dundrow
Alongside many an ancient trackway Linking farm and hamlet, village and town Through all the length and breadth of Cornwall You can find them still
A Bit of Chat With Maid Lowenna Can she Dance Tha Flora by Joy Stevenson
Twuz cauld und raw und dimmitty Tha night Jaw `Awke cum round. We wuz scriffun round tha awld slab Twuddun night fun `orse nor `ound.