Poetry Cornwall/Bardhonyeth Kernow - Volume 9 Number 2 Issue 28 - 2010. Showcasing the bardic arts in Cornwall and beyond. See website for details here
Poetry Cornwall, edited by Les Merton
Reviewed by Alex Langstone
Poetry Cornwall/Bardhonyeth Kernow is the only magazine entirely dedicated to the poetic form that is published from within the Duchy, and as such commands a fair sized readership. The poetic styles are many and varied, and always there is something which vies for more attention.
From Men-an-Tol by Les Merton:
Observing the ritual is essential,
healing power is primeval virtue
like the Men-an-Tol circle stone
it has no beginning or end.
Or from Seasons on Coverack Lane by Ronnie Goodyer
The trees lifted the weight of winter
and a silver face shone on the beeches.
And from The old Man of Ghu by Bryan Teague
This Bronze Age menhir,
Leaning gaunt and coarse,
Still venerates the dead...
And a few lines from my personal favourite Padstow Night by Phil Lucas:
Sea mist
wraps the creamy whipped
watching gull
who sits and barks
her ocean dreams.
Taking twilight
under crescent wings
she calls
to a distant
shoreline moonbeam.
Then silence...
Edited by Les Merton, Bard of Gorsedh Kernow and Mick Paynter, Grand Bard of Gorsedh Kernow, the magazine has published many famous Cornish poets alongside other established and up-coming poets of today.
My brand new poem Zennor Quoit has been published in this issue, which is packed full of over 70 poems from authors spread far and wide as well as many from within the Duchy, proving once again that the bardic arts are alive and well in Celtic Cornwall. All in all a great magazine and one I would highly recommend.
Poetry Cornwall, edited by Les MertonReviewed by Alex Langstone
Poetry Cornwall/Bardhonyeth Kernow is the only magazine entirely dedicated to the poetic form that is published from within the Duchy, and as such commands a fair sized readership. The poetic styles are many and varied, and always there is something which vies for more attention.
From Men-an-Tol by Les Merton:
Observing the ritual is essential,
healing power is primeval virtue
like the Men-an-Tol circle stone
it has no beginning or end.
Or from Seasons on Coverack Lane by Ronnie Goodyer
The trees lifted the weight of winter
and a silver face shone on the beeches.
And from The old Man of Ghu by Bryan Teague
This Bronze Age menhir,
Leaning gaunt and coarse,
Still venerates the dead...
And a few lines from my personal favourite Padstow Night by Phil Lucas:
Sea mist
wraps the creamy whipped
watching gull
who sits and barks
her ocean dreams.
Taking twilight
under crescent wings
she calls
to a distant
shoreline moonbeam.
Then silence...
Edited by Les Merton, Bard of Gorsedh Kernow and Mick Paynter, Grand Bard of Gorsedh Kernow, the magazine has published many famous Cornish poets alongside other established and up-coming poets of today.
My brand new poem Zennor Quoit has been published in this issue, which is packed full of over 70 poems from authors spread far and wide as well as many from within the Duchy, proving once again that the bardic arts are alive and well in Celtic Cornwall. All in all a great magazine and one I would highly recommend.
Poetry Cornwall, priced at £3.95 or £11 for 3 issues from:
Palores Publications
11a Penryn Street
Redruth
Cornwall
TR15 2SP
Zennor Quoit
Between craggy hilltop
And Holy Carn
Amongst scrubby gorse
In the midst of steep rolling
Tawny moorland hills
Edged by the vast turmoil
Of the wide stormy Atlantic;
Moor and Sea
Wind and tide
Megalith and horizontal rain
Sky and earth sing a
Desolate solitary Allantide tune
From heart of the
Ancestral abode
Deviating through misty movement
Of swirling dancing ghosts
Reaching across the
Invisible spectral gate
Holding, presenting, gesticulating
Through the heart of matter
The hidden splendid realm
Whence we return.
Amongst scrubby gorse
In the midst of steep rolling
Tawny moorland hills
Edged by the vast turmoil
Of the wide stormy Atlantic;
Moor and Sea
Wind and tide
Megalith and horizontal rain
Sky and earth sing a
Desolate solitary Allantide tune
From heart of the
Ancestral abode
Deviating through misty movement
Of swirling dancing ghosts
Reaching across the
Invisible spectral gate
Holding, presenting, gesticulating
Through the heart of matter
The hidden splendid realm
Whence we return.
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