An Husor Bughes

 My a skrifas geryow finek an bardhonek ma nans yw teyr bledhen, ha hevlena my a vynnas y worfenna avel darn kowel. I wrote the last few lines of this poem three years ago, and this year I wanted to finish off the whole piece. Nos Galan An jydh re hedhis unn weyth finek rag pols ynter anal ha koskik, Pan dhiwwynk dewlagas skwithys  ow mires orth hunros hwansus, Y hwilons styr nowyth an dordro ow mones yn sowdhan kammdro. Yma dhedha seghyer ankveys, possa gen pub dydh tremenys. Pystyon a vynn kastya'n Kalan yn-mysk glyttrans an owr honan. Korf gwiskys an diwettha our Na fors an mall po naghans pur . An bys a lagatt orth y vejeth Ha gwaytyans an steronydhieth Rag an howl a sedh orth diwedh jorna,  ha bledhen nowyth a sav y'n bora... New Year's Eve The day has stopped one final time for a moment between breath and sleep, When tired eyes blink looking at a chanced dream, The search new meaning in the Earth's turn Veering off as they go. They carry with them forgotten baggag...

Treweythyow pan vo hi yeyn ha tewl, yth yw kales dhe berthi kov a dhiwedh an gwav. An nos hir a yll agan synsi yn fest ha pell a'gan syght yw dydhyow tomm an hav.  Sometimes when it's cold and dark, it's hard to remember that the winter will end. The long night can hold us tightly and the warm days of summer are far from our sight.   Erghnos Kudh an mostedhes Ha gwakha pub liw Ny welir an fowt A-bervedh y'm bew Hedh tickya'n klock Nyns eus us vyth A besies kablus Nevra na hedhvydh Mir orthiv yn tall Yn avlavar heglow Krack stummys an ergh Yn-dann an gwynsow Gort genev kerensa A borth kov ker Amm tomm dha anal Ow rewa y'n ayr Ny vynnav vy gasa An salowder fell Rag kur ow bewnans Yw an merwel   Snow Night Hide the dirt and drain all colour Don't see the flaws of my life Stop the clock's ticking There is no use To accusing fingers which will never stop Look at me blindly Mutely resonating The gnarled crunch of snow Beneath the wind Stay with me love Bearing...

Pan esov vy tamm anlowen, da yw genev kerdhes y'n nos ha mires orth an ster. Yth yw omglowans da dhe brederi braster traow ha kavos neb skeul a-dro dhe'm amovyansow. An bardhonek ma a dhastewynn styrya ow honan, an bys, an ollvys ha liwyow an nos. When I'm a little out of sorts, I like to walk at night and look at the stars. It's good to consider things and get some perspective of my emotions. This poem reflects considering myself, the world, the universe and the night's colours.      Moredhdra Yth esov vy omma Y'n liwyow troyllus A wer' ha purpur Galeksi koth A dreyl yn turus Yn y vewnans Po yn y dhiwedh ancertan My a neuvell Lowen a aswonder A liv ahanav Ha gwruthyl system ster Nowyth Ragov   Melancholia Here I am In the twisting colours Of green and purple An old galaxy That turns perpetually In its life Or in its uncertain end I float Content of the knowingness That surges from me And creates a star system Anew For me  

 Ass ov lowen dhe dherivas my dhe waynya ow nessa pewas a-dhyworth Gorsedh Kernow rag bardhonek a skrifis henwys "Growan Kales, Leghen Vedhel". My a vynn leverel keslowena bras dhe'm keswaynoryon y'n pewas skrifa Kernowek ha peub re waynyas hevlena, ha my a vynn godhvos gras dhe'n Orsedh a'm enora arta. Y fynnav dyllo an bardhonek a waynyas war an Blog ma yn skon, wosa my dhe dehweles a'm dydhyow gool.  Redyewgh moy omma: https://gorsedhkernow.org.uk/gorsedh-kernow-adult-awards-2022-announced/ I'm pleased to announce that I have won my second award from Gorsedh Kernow for a poem I wrote called "Growan Kales, Leghen Vedhel" (hard granite, soft slate).  I want to say a huge congratulations to my co-winners in the Cornish language writing category and to all who have won this year, as well as to say thank you yo Gorsedh Kernow for honouring me again.  I will translate and publish the poem once I have returned from holiday.  Read more here: https...

Nyns esov certan a pe gorfennys an bardhonek ma, mes onan a skrifis nans yw nebes misyow yw orth styrya omglowansow a dhistyryans, yn arbennek orth assaya omwellhe.  I'm not sure if this poem is finished or not, but I wrote it a few months ago reflecting on feelings of insignificance, especially when trying to improve.  Dassettya gorheryow lagas gans plastervordh Ny allav gweles Der an golow garow A wra bothel y'm besyon  Ha my owth assaya anweles  Pub tra y hunrosis vy anodho Ha my owth assaya andhyski Pub dyskans a gemeris byth Ha my owth assaya kemeres delergh  Pub anal a wastis vy Orth assaya gwellhe ow honan Dhe vos par a hwansow tus erel  Ha ponya pell dhe dhownderow  Dewlagas na dhege namoy Replacing eyelids with plasterboard     I can't see Through the harsh light That's blistering my vision As I try to unsee Everything I've been dreaming of As I try to unlearn  Every lesson I ever took  As I try to take back  Every bre...

Nans yw lies bledhen, my a glowas drolla gans mamm koweth a-dro dhe husores bughes leel yn arenebedh Lyskerrys. Hy hanow o Mrs Harris ha, herwydh an drolla, hi o mamm dhe werther bondennow aswonys yn ta y'n dre (an hanow yw klou). Y'n drolla, an tiek a vynnsa pellgowsel gans Mrs Harris ha hi a vynnsa gwellhe bughes jest dre wodhvos yn py ke mayth esens. An drolla ma yw onan an mogha kerys genev ha my a gar an tybyans a dhyski husa bughes - mes ny drovis vy kors hwath. Yn neb kas, a-is yma bardhonek a skrifis a solempen Mrs Harris ha'n pystri a husa bughes - a pe po gwir po  fals, yth yw hwath drolla hweg. A few years ago, I hear a story from a friend's mum about a local cattle charmer in the Liskeard area. Her name was Mrs Harris and, according to the story, she was the mother of a local tyre salesman in the town (there's a clue in the name). In the story, the farmer would phone Mrs Harris and she would heal the cows just by knowing in which field there were. This i...

Nans yw spys kott yth esen vy owth omglowes nebes isel ha my a skrifas an bardhonek ma orth ordena ow thybyansow. Yth esen vy ow styrya fatel vynnsen vy y dreylya dhe Sowsnek ha gweles an lies styr usi ynno avel y tiskwedhav vy a-is.  A short while ago I wasn't feeling great and I wrote this poem whilst organising my thoughts. I was considering how to translate it into English and saw the many meanings as I've laid out below.   Our koll Pub omglowans usi A'm lenwa genes Awos ty dhe vos Ahanav vy Y'n decken Wosa oos a gerensa An our koll Yw an hirra Hag eev dibenn Hour of loss Every feeling there is Fills me with you Because you are/were/go/went Of/from me In the moment After an age of love The (lost) hour (of loss) Is the longer/longest And it's endless