Between the Tarmar and the Tarmac
Beneath a tangled sky
I saw the Cornish Poet
Walking by
He went where wind and water
Will not be overthrown
Where light and water meet
Boscastle stone.
It was a day in deep November
When the cold came
The cold sky squandered
Inside his brain.
Who knocks at Cyprus Well?
Who knocks again, again?
‘I think it is the visitor
We must not name.’
Oh men who fish are fishing
And men of tin are gone
Yet men will walk on Bodmin
And hear his song.
The great World makes it changes
And yet remains the same;
And poet verses will unwind
The tangle in the brain.
Bill Mannhire 2007
Sue Vincent The Daily Echo WordPress
14th September 1958 – 29th March 2021
R.I.P
I have just read about Sue’s untimely death. I am shocked and saddened. I had the pleasure of walking with Sue over her beloved Ilkley moor a few times – she was funny, knowledgeable and above all just very good company. She will be missed.
She was such a lovely lady as well as a talented one, Bridget.
Sue’s beautiful, creative energy comes through in her photo, and I am sure her loss is profoundly felt in the circles who knew her. I went over to her blog and see she was a very interesting and talented poet and artist. Your tribute was fitting, Bridget.
Thank you Debra. Do I see ‘gray hair’ in your avatar? Goodness I just wanted to write about my gray hair experience and now I am not so sure.
A beautiful tribute… <3 xo