Cornish Poems - Poems about Cornish

Seems Craig’s got a contest again; I’m finding out with much chagrin my stanzas in sapphic are jammed up in traffic. I’ll get there, but I don’t know when!...

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Oh, so average, was this wee lady. Her ordered life had its hum-drum ways. Eighteenth Century! All are ready To hear the voice that's spoken in plays. But Dolly Pentreath had of it none. Shunning the new, she kept her own tongue. When she died, with her life full done, Twas last Cornish speak that Cornwall heard sung....

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Cornwall is almost an island, Thanks to the river Tamar and the sea, Its indigenous inhabitants are us Cornish and We Cornish are a nation - and will always be. Kernow (Cornwall) boasts its own: Parliament and laws home grown, Flag, anthem and crest with fifteen...

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I think of my Cornish identity, As on a cliff-top bench I sit, And realise that Cornwall is a part of me And I am a part of it, I won’t be taken out of Cornwall And you can’t take Cornwall out of me, Though I gaze at far off horizons, I know Cornwall is where I will stay And is where I...

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Stuffed Cornish game hen for the hoards of kin: we’ll eat till we’re stuffed, then do it again. ...

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Looking at the need They devolved the means to which they Would...

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I think of my Cornish identity, As on a cliff-top bench I sit, And realise that Cornwall is a part of me And I am a part of it, I won’t be taken out of Cornwall And you can’t take Cornwall out of me, And though I gaze at far off horizons, I know Cornwall is where I will stay And is where...

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A coalminer by trade Norman Cornish* in his forties achieved his artistic wish Like Lowry, at the end of his working day locals&locality depicted in his own stylised way *https://normancornish.com/...

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I watched A Cornish chough, Flying so Cornish high, Over Cornish cliffs, In a Cornish sky, All Cornish observations, Made by my Cornish eye. I watched The Cornish sun, Masked by a Cornish cloud, I thought my Cornish thoughts, My Cornish thoughts were loud, I viewed the Cornish landscape, And I felt so Cornish proud. I watched The Cornish waves, Roll into the Cornish bay, I saw the Cornish sunset, At...

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Cornish Cove Fishing Ever wishing for a bigger catch Lobster, Crab and Pollock and Bass Fresh Air Can be found there So people come from near and far And of course too many travel by car On the beach A paradise in reach Please take away all your litter Or You’ll leave the locals bitter...

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The Cornish shore … Where golden sand lies next To dappled grey granite rock, Where the sea breeze sweeps And the mussels flock, Where the rock pools gather And the small crabs patrol, Where the white foam curls And the breakers roll, Where the sea birds call And the salt spray stings, Where the seaweed sunbathes And the limpet clings, Where a stream’s course meanders, And reflects the...

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The Cornish shore … Where golden sand lies next To dappled grey granite rock, Where the sea breeze sweeps And the mussels flock, Where the rock pools gather And the small crabs patrol, Where the white foam curls And the breakers roll, Where the sea birds call And the salt spray stings, Where the seaweed sunbathes And the limpet clings, Where a stream’s course meanders, And reflects the...

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Now, Cornish tradesmen do a proper job, But they might not do it straight away, For if they say they’ll do it ‘dreckly’, There might be a slight delay …! NB: Although the ... English ‘directly’ and the ………... Cornish ‘dreckly’ sound very similar,...

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The lady down the lane Who resides at Cottage Number 19 The Ambulance just took away I did not know her actual name Nor where she came from If in fact she even received vistors Or had a family of her own Nor where or when in fact her funeral will be held The only thing i can recount Is her garden was...

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The Hen Goes cluck cluck cluck Then comes the Crane Selling his D refrain Hen react The web is cobbled The spiders finished their jobs Out come the flies Nature, tried to defy He recant Cyanide kills all the living Chemical dreams Make the sane ones scream Life moves on Then care no more As they live in poetic illusions Or so it seems......

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