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MiSkriBa 2024 - 18 / 04 - Dy' Gwener

 Termyn na an jydh yw... #MiSkriBa! Prompt hedhyw o skrifa bardhonek hag ynno an kowsor a worr yn geryow an hwans a vos nebonan po neppyth aral, hag a dhiskrif praga. Deskajor ov, ytho heb mar y fynnav bos Dy' Gwener!

It's that time of day again... #NaPoWriMo! Today's prompt was to write a poem in which the speaker expresses the desire to be someone or something else, and explains why. I'm a teacher, so naturally I want to be Friday!

Dy’ Gwener

Yth oberav

Hag y koskav

Hag oberi ha koska,

Arta.

Ynter ober ha kosk

Y tybrav

Hag yth evav

Dres das a lyverow hanter-merkyes,

Assays, towlow,

Derivasow

Hag y koskav.

Yntra kosk hag ober

Y tybrav

Hag yth evav

Hag y kerdhav an ki

War vyttinyow densys gen rew, keynresek

Yn mo ha difeyth,

Sagh kawgh y’m dorn,

Yth oberav.

Byttegyns

Neb tyller wosa oberi,

Kyns koska,

Yth esov

Yn folennow lyver,

Yn diwotti gen kowetha,

Yn flows war-linen,

Wosa gogoska war an sofa,

Kosk.

Ha pub dydh

Y niverav pub our

Ow mires orth an kalendar

Hag y tismygav

An gwella a’n dhew vys,

Kesunyans

A gosk hag ober.

Yn possybyltas dibenn flogholeth

Yth esov yn gwayans

Bys vykken,

Wosa hirgosk a hwegh jorna,

Yth esov

Kowel bysi,

Kowel askorruster,

An vyghternes ov vy

Hag ow ober a ober ragov,

An vyghternes ov vy

Yn ewines payntyes

Ha pyncel lagas purpur.

Hag yth ethennav

Gen galow Lusuen

Dhe dhiskwitha ha distumma

Yn studh anvos

Yntra kosk hag ober,

Hag oberi ha koska.

Friday

I work

And sleep,

And work and sleep,

Repeat.

Between work and sleep

I eat

And drink

Over a stack of half marked books,

Essays, plans,

Reports

And I sleep.

Between sleep and work

I eat

And drink

And walk the dog

On frostbitten, torrential mornings

In dusk and desert,

Poo bag in hand,

I work.

Yet

Somewhere after work,

Before sleep,

I exist

In the pages of a book,

In the pub with friends,

In online chatter,

After a nap on the sofa,

Sleep.

And every day

I count the hours,

Watching the calendar

And imagining

The best of both worlds,

A combination

Of sleep and work.

In childhood's unendless possibilities

I am in perpetual

Movement,

After a six day hibernation,

I am

A hive of activity,

A hive of productivity,

I am the queen

As my work works for me,

I am the queen

In painted nails

And purple eyeliner.

And I evaporate

With Cinderella's call

To relax and unwind

In a state of unbeing

Between sleep and work,

And work and sleep.


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  1. Niwlen Ster19 April 2024 at 14:27

    My a gar an dasleveryans omma

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  2. Sam Brown19 April 2024 at 16:53

    Meurasta ❤️ otta onan a'n re na y fynnav oberi warnodho yn fella. Yma lies ger a gomorehend "kosk" y'n Kernowek hag y fynnav skrifa a-dro dhe ober y'n keth fordh 😂

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