A Colourful Past? Comments

I love Cornwall and this sounds like the Cornwall I have visited on many occasions. It is a place of scenic beauty mixed with the mystery of celtic mythology, new-age mysticism (which, of course, is todays' interpretation of something infinitely older) , smuggling, witchcraft, prehistoric dolmens and villages... what a superb place! and you have reminded me that it is time to go back!

As usual, your articulation and story telling amazes me and the inferences capture the reader beyond mere words… The following, my favourite expression: The past is present, clings With dark grit to each cliff and white beach.

well penned................

I've been a coal miner and have a coal scar so I really appreciated this poem and the sentiments expressed well done Fay 10+ jim

This is a splendidly written and told tale, Fay, and I liked this fine poem very much. One big advantage kings, Lords, and the wealthy had in those olden days is that there was no mass media or daily newspaper to reveal most of their secret tyranny to the peasants or perceived enemies. News travelled by word of mouth. People simply disappeared, never to be seen again, after being captured and placed in those dungeons of ancient castles or caves you so aptly described in your fine poem. Inquiring about someone simply led to your own disappearance back then. Modern folk tend to overlook that life was very different in ancient times. Carl.