Far West Places

Splattenridden, Cripplesease.

Tripping off the tongue, but cemented to the soil.

Would going there, I wonder, take the edge off

enjoyment of the names?

Chips of Penwith's granite landscape

caught between sky and land,

a place that looks like the ancestors

tried to make a user friendly moon.

Boulders and lurking lairs for things

that ought not to exist and 

will never be extinct,

grit in the mouth of the mind.

Occasional fears barter with wonder

as one wanders here,

not alone.

Uneasy map of Cornish cloud

mirroring the grey land

walked upon and sung.

Break-My-Neck Farm

and Booky's Castle.