MiSkriBa 2024 - 25 / 04 - Lagasow an Prydydh

Prompt #MiSkriba o tamm koynt hedhyw. Govynnys esen dhe skrifa bardhonek selyes war Wovynador Proust. Ytho, ottomma ow bardhonek herwydh nebes an gorthypow a res vy dhe'n govynador ma. Temmik omvarnys yw arta, oups.

Today's #NaPoWriMo prompt was a little odd. We were asked to write a poem based on a Proust Questionnaire. So, here is my poem based on some of my answers to these questions. It's a little self-deprecating again, oops.

Lagasow an Prydydh A benn mena ryb an gweli Y ponyav, yn-mysk ow fyllel. An folennow gwag yn skeus ti A’m barn a’m odhom heb kowsel. An doust a sav hag y rolyav War bluvek na’m don yn tiek, Hag y’n golghes domm sedhav, Yn ti-goweth klys yn tranjyek. Kelli ow fon yn hwans koweth Usi skrifys yn unikter, Yn tihanow redyav hireth An den a ros an ugheldir. Anwelys ov, yn ti-anal Ow talghenna lyver dhe’m brest, Ha neb arghpedrevan aral A lever ow bos gwell yn kist. Lagasow paper a’m paynt vy Yn liw anweladow ow mir, Hwath y’n lyvennow dhe’m kelli Ha’n drolla doutus a’m kelmir.

The Poet’s Eyes From the top of my bedside mountain I run, amongst my failure. The empty pages in promised shadow Silently judge my needs. The dust rises and I roll On a pillow that refuses to bear me, And I sink into the warmth of the duvet, Ecstatic in cosy isolation. Losing my woes in a friend’s desire Written in loneliness, Nameless, I read the longing Of the upland roaming man. I am not seen, breathlessly Grasping a book at my chest, And some other dinosaur Tells me I’m better off in a box. Paper eyes paint me In appearance’s unseen colour, And still to be lost in the pages And the doubtful story that binds me.