Prolly Moor,

[redkop]

Hi,

does anyone know of a place called Prolly Moor? I believe it was near Bishops Castle.

I have tried to googe it, but not much comes up.

I think also, there are some references to it being home to a lot of witches in days gone by!!!

Any information would be gratefully appreciated.

Red   

[davidjkrichards]

Hi Red

It is near Wentnor which is near Bishops Castle. It doesn't show on Streetmap but a search on Yahoo does bring up the name.

Dave

[redkop]

Hi Dave,

Thanks for your help.

Red   

[s.g.d.]

hello Red

if you google "Prolley Moor" you will find a few more mentions.

I read somewhere that all the crows fly to Prolley Moor.

what is your interest in it?

s.g.d.

[redkop]

Hi, s.g.d.

thanks for the information.

I have heard that saying too. I believe there is a poem somewhere that mentions Prolly Moor and the crows.

My interest is, my 4Xgt grandfather, John Collins was born there, abt. 1779.

Red   

[redkop]

If anyone can help with the poem or the saying 'all the crows fly to prolley Moor', I would be very grateful.

Thanks,

Red 

[s.g.d.]

not the one I have heard but there is a mention of Prolley moor:


The Witch's Daughter


Rain
And you have cried
So many tears
Because you were alone:
 

Sleep
And tall the masted ship came
Bringing, storm-black, your precious child home
Who wished without knowledge
The rain silence
That would to your valley
Be a young witch's spell
And spread its wroth to the waves.
 

Sea
And you caught in foam faces
Each arm as they rose
Clasping meekly another scream hone,
Deep down toward a cold
Welcome womb
That turned in tides.
Cold her sea wind
As you caught the cloud
That grew in your dream
And made you weave the white spell
Calling back Her thunder home -
Too late.
 

Warmth
And you cried and made sleep
Cling to your face each morn
When you could not wake:


Anger
That made you write
On round pebbles a curse
That wrote the end date
For another woman's tomb.
 

Home
And you drank in deep
The mist of Prolley Moor
To celebrate the return of your gods:
 

Sun
While you walked crying
On the hill
Hearing in the hail
Your dead daughter's voice

[redkop]

Thanks s.g.d.

I enjoyed reading this, very interesting. I think we're getting closer!  lol

Red   

[s.g.d.]

hello again,

this is the child's rhyme that I was thinking of

" Dead horse,dead horse
  where? where?
  Prolley Moor,Prolley Moor,
  We will come, we will come,
  There's nought but bones"

s.g.d.