The sound of Plymouth
yet most assuredly Cornish,
sparkling life past the Devil’s eyes.
The home of my great grandparents,
Apple orchard innocence
hugging the cliffs of Saltash
and to the east I see a different land
one where the white cross holds
no fear against the Devil.
Cornish heart, Midland’s mindset
wrapped up in the allusion
of Maple leaf and Bicester youth; Tamar
has my soul,
as soft as the touch of a woman’s hand
upon my beating chest.
Ian D. Hall 2016