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MiSkriBa 25 - 06/04 - Te

Hweghves #MiSkriBa an vledhen! Hedhyw res o dewis riv ynter onan ha deg, dhana dewis an rew omdhesedhys a'n rol proviys. Res o deskrifa an ger yn koloven A, yn unn dhevnydhya an geryow a golovennow B ha C. Chalenj war benn hemma o skrifa'n bardhonek heb devnydhya ger A marnas rag an titel.

My a dhevnydhyas dis bysyel ha kavos riv 4, ytho ow geryow (A-C) o: Te; Kog; Anyagh.

The 6th #NaPoWriMo of the year! Today we had to choose a number between one and ten, then pick the corresponding row from the list provided. We had to describe the word in columnA, using the words in colbumns B and C. An extra challenge was to write the poem using word A for the title only.

I used a digital die and rolled a number 4, so my words (A-C) were: Tea; Cuckoo; Unfit.

Te


Harber pri

yn mor dibowes

ow kortos dowrlanow

yn bora anyagh,

y talghen tonnow kog

a bader levyans koth

a breynder bleus klav,

godhes a-lemmyn;

ambos kyns

a aventur hebaskhus

ha dones dydh yr.

Tea


A porcelain haven

in restless sea

awaiting high water

in unfit dawn,

it holds cuckoo waves

chanting the old vox

of sickly flour rot,

sediment now;

an earlier promise

of pacifying adventure

and the coming of a new day.





 

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  1. Niwlen Ster6 April 2025 at 18:44

    Ass a garav vy gweles an keth testen ha bardhonek dyffrans yn tien!

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