ROCHE ROCK
When the good
people of Cornwall are asleep,
The tears of long
lost lovers weep.
A magical sword
glistens in waters deep,
In the ethereal
glow stands Roche rock, towering steep.
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High upon the
granite heights, grey and ghostly pale,
The hermit Ogrin
still protects loves oldest tale.
The winds deathly
moans stirred by Tregeagles wail,
The love of Tristan
and Iseult was doomed to fail.
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Huddled on the
rock, concealed by an angels wing,
Hunted by the
jealous Mark, Cornwall’s warrior King.
Their tragic love,
of which the bards still sing,
Legend and lore
this lonely rock can bring.
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Roche rock, a holy
place it’ll always be,
Where Gundred
tended to her fathers leprosy.
Young girls drop
pebbles in the spring, their future to see,
On shrouded Bodmin
moor, the rock with ancient mystery.
Phil Hall November 2012
Roche rock is another mysterious place, full of legend and lore. The love story of Tristan and Iseult is the basis for all love stories. Tragic and awe inspiring. The spring and well where Gundred treated her fathers leprosy is still there.
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