Christopher Laverty : Writing

A Misadventure with Spriggans

A Misadventure with Spriggans

A Story by Christopher Laverty


I tell of fairies more ill-natured now, from Kernow folktales - that I, Billy Puck, heard in my family - this one's of how a local robbed a tom..
An Encounter with The Knockers

An Encounter with The Knockers

A Story by Christopher Laverty


It happened all so quickly down in there - there in the mine - working away was I - all of a sudden - gave me such a scare - rocks were falling ..
Misled by Piskies

Misled by Piskies

A Story by Christopher Laverty


How sore my legs - but brings this fire much cheer; come gather round, I'm pleased in meeting you - Billy Puck am I, and hail from near - dr..
The Doom Watch

The Doom Watch

A Story by Christopher Laverty


Statement to the Society for Psychical Research (SPR): On July 21st, 1984, I had started my shift at 3am, doing a lookout known among the ..
Bird of Destiny

Bird of Destiny

A Poem by Christopher Laverty


Cold is the air - still are the trees - the clouds are streaked with red; hushed are the birds as dusk descends and here you lay your head. ..
Spirited Upon Your Wings

Spirited Upon Your Wings

A Poem by Christopher Laverty


Spirited upon your wings, reveries bring boundless things; with a pinch the sprightly fairy blithely lures me while unwary, guiding me with t..
Tower Block

Tower Block

A Story by Christopher Laverty


Philip returns to an office block to urgently pick up something he'd left from a previous visit, but mysterious things gets in his way.
To a Plant

To a Plant

A Poem by Christopher Laverty


The bee-loved foxgloves could not charm the mead - geraniums their full-lipped petals fend against first frosts - bright roses not ascend the c..
Old Tales I Have Turned

Old Tales I Have Turned

A Poem by Christopher Laverty


Old tales of knights and honour I have turned: sat at baronial tables, seen a hall - through plots I've overheard - now rise, now fall -spied clois..
On Seeing an Open Casket

On Seeing an Open Casket

A Poem by Christopher Laverty


Disturb her not - she is not far; she hears our voices - have no doubt. Death does not her beauty mar - not blow her candle wholly out. Her..

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