GWENNAP PIT by Ruth Tremayne Netter
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
Category: Poetry
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
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
A Cornish Crumpet – A Village Childhood by Ruth Tremayne Netter
A poem by Ruth Tremayne Netter a Quintrell Downs’ “Maid”, as presented at the Toronto Cornish Association meeting of May 2012.There is a huge coincidence
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