Lor hag Mor Porthcurno
On the beach at night
Under a starry sky adorned
With a thousand shining jewels
Amid mackerel skies.
Scudding clouds
Billowing, scurrying, hurrying
Across the round white disc of the moon
The crisp white surf glowing,
Reflecting the pale moonlight
The shining sand mirrors
Luna luminescence
Illuminating the pulsing tides and
The rhythm of the round
Silver moon and the swirling
Whirling eddies
Of the momentous sea.
Soft grey shadows entice us to stay a while
In this shallow bay of
Crashing singing surf echoing
Reverberating and encircling
Enchanting us with the ancient
Song of the swollen moon and sea.
Hunter's Moon, Porthcurno 2008
Under a starry sky adorned
With a thousand shining jewels
Amid mackerel skies.
Scudding clouds
Billowing, scurrying, hurrying
Across the round white disc of the moon
The crisp white surf glowing,
Reflecting the pale moonlight
The shining sand mirrors
Luna luminescence
Illuminating the pulsing tides and
The rhythm of the round
Silver moon and the swirling
Whirling eddies
Of the momentous sea.
Soft grey shadows entice us to stay a while
In this shallow bay of
Crashing singing surf echoing
Reverberating and encircling
Enchanting us with the ancient
Song of the swollen moon and sea.
Hunter's Moon, Porthcurno 2008
