The poetic and mystical side of Lyonesse is captured in Walter de la Mare's poem:
In sea-cold Lyonesse,
When the Sabbath eve shafts down
On the roofs, walls, belfries
Of the foundered town,
The Nereids pluck their lyres
Where the green translucency beats,
And with motionless eyes at gaze
Make ministrelsy in the streets.
And the ocean water stirs
In salt-worn casement and porch.
Plies the blunt-nosed fish
With fire in his skull for torch.
And the ringing wires resound;
And the unearthly lovely weep,
In lament of the music they make
In the sullen courts of sleep:
Whose marble flowers bloom for aye:
And - lapped by the moon-guiled tide -
Mock their carver with heart of stone,
Caged in his stone-ribbed side.
We don't just spin yarns here in Cornwall: we also tell stories!
So here is the story of Lyonesse: our new 50/50 linen and wool blended yarn.
Once upon a time there was a wool mill, The Natural Fibre Company, in Cornwall where Sue and Sonja worked.
In this story Sue and Sonja are day dreamers and story tellers and The Natural Fibre Company acts as the Fairy Godmother.