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MiSkriBa 25 - 04/04 - Annabelle

Prompt #MiSkriBa an jydh yw skrifa bardhonek a-dro dhe vewa gen darn a art. Yma lies lymnans, poster ha skeusen y'n chi ma, mes my a wodhya yn straft py imach o ow awen rag an oberen ma.  Yma genev honan-lymnans gen kowethes na wrug vy gweles rag lies bledhen hag yn trist a verwis orth dalleth an vledhen ma, Annabelle Hampton hy hanow. Artydh treus o hi a rosyas hy honanieth yn hy ober hag a vewas bewnans marthys didheurek, pub dydh gen an messach a vos dha wella ha dha wirra honan.  Yma fowt bras y'n bys wosa hy helli, mes pub dydh my a borth kov anedhi ha hy semlant ow mires dres ow hegin.  Mamm  a wodhya gwella dell o hag yw usys. Mar pleg, mirewgh orth ober Annabelle ha's ajon . Today's #NaPoWriMo prompt is to write your own poem about living with a piece of art. There are plenty of paintings, posters and photos in our house, but I knew straight away which image was my inspiration for this task.  I have a self-portrait by a friend who I've not seen for a fe...
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MiSkriBa 25 - 03/04 - Deray

Tressa assay MiSkriBa 2025 gen an prompt a skrifa bardhonek a dhispleg yn andhidro prag yth os bardh ha na par aral a artydh. Ny wonn mars yw ow assay andhidro, mes y'n dallathis dhe gwartrons dhe hwegh an myttin ma ha'y worfenna wosa gorthugher kerens y'n ober, ytho... The third attempt at NaPoWriMo 2025 with the prompt of writing a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist. I'm not sure how oblique my attempt is, but I started writing at quarter to six this morning and finished after parents' evening at work, so... Deray My a gar "art". Pub eghen a "art". Pub blas yn kist tesennow "art". My a vynn gul "art", Avel peber "art". Mes py par? Ilewydh yw mester Gen gitar ha band Ow kana hag ow seni Kanow ha sonyow Rag delit an bys. Ottena "art" Ha my bardh. Dramasydh yw mester Gen skrif ha gwisk Ow pewhe pub ger Playys ha gwariow Rag sordya'n brys. Ottena "art...

MiSkriBa 25 - 02/30 - Mestron Mygyl

 #MiSkriBa dydh dew. Prompt an jydh hedhyw o chalenj dhe skrifa bardhonek a gows orth person yn tidro, ha henna yn unn gomprehendya ger gul, kehevelyans koynt, derivas a "fakt", ha neppyth a hevel yn-mes a'y le yn termyn (kepar ha kan Sonny & Cher yn bardhonek a-dro dhe vyth Grekek). Gen an bardhonek ma my a vynnas skrifa dhe Walt Whitman, prydydh a garav, yn unn wruthyl an ger 'mestron'  a 'mester' hag 'estron'. Remenans an bardhonek a yll kowsel rag y honan. #NaPoWriMo day two. Today's prompt was a challenge to write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word, an odd/unusual simile, a statement of “fact,” and something that seems out of place in time (like a Sonny & Cher song in a poem about a Greek myth). With this poem I wanted to write to Walt Whitman, a poet I adore, creating the word 'mastranger' from 'master' and 'stranger'. The rest of the poem can speak for itself. Mestron ...

MiSkriBa 25 - 01/30 - Korsen

 Otta ni, MiSkriBa nowyth ha vyvy heb postya omma a-dhia'n diwettha mis Ebrel! 😬 Mes bledhen aral, assay aral. Hedhyw an prompt o skrifa bardhonek a dhevnydh terminolieth ilow po art na wodhyen vy kyns, ytho y tewisis vy "korsen".  Here we are, another NaPoWriMo and I haven't posted here since the last one! But another year, another try.  Today's prompt was to write a poem using music or art terminology that is new to me, so I picked "kinetograph".  Korsen Y kopi kors Y kway an kowr A gemeras.  Dre dan den Daffar delit Hag a hag a.   Lost y lergh Yw bysyel bras Yn tibenn skwith. Kinetograph   It copies movement  It moves the giant  That took.  Through human fire Gears of joy Which go and go.  The route of its queue So digitally grand Endlessly tired. 

MiSkriBa 2024 - 30 / 04 - An Travyth

Otta ni, bardhonek finek #MiSkriBa 2024! Ha hedhyw an prompt o skrifa bardhonek hag ynno yma'n kowser honaniethys gans gnas a henhwedhel po myth, kaper hag yn bardhonek Claire Scott  “ Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office .” An hwedhel a dhewisis yw drolla Jan Tregeagle , justis a werthas y enev dhe'n jowl hag a dhallathas kowlwul oberennow diboynt ma na via res dhodho bos kerghys gans an jowl. Here it is, the final poem of #NaPoWriMo 2024! Today's pormpt was to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with a character from myth or legend, as in  Claire Scott’s poem “ Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office .” The legend I chose is the story of Jan Tregeagle , a magistrate who sold his soul to the devil and started completing pointless tasks so that he would not be collected. An Travyth My a sinyas gans goos, Yn ynk, nag yn goos, Mes ow goos a skollyav Dhe gollenwul an travyth. Paperyow a wra bern, Ha dhymm ny vern, Rag bern yma res preder Ha dhymm yma’n travyth. My yw ho...

MiSkriBa 2024 - 29 / 04 - Mergherek

 # MiSkriBa finek saw onan. Prompt hedhyw o devnydhya onan a dheg ger a-dhyworth kanow Taylor Swift. My a dhewisas an ger "mercurial". Fest lowen of gen rythm hag is-styr an onan ma. The penultimate # NaPoWriMo . Today's prompt was to use one of ten words taken from Taylor Swift songs. I chose "mercurial". I'm quite happy with the rhythm, rhyme and subtext in this one (well, in the Kernowek). Mergherek An gwas keherek Yn korf gallojek, Y si akoustek Yw messach kussulyek A vewnans hermesek An tyller anpethek. Gwra viaj kelghek War wastas mergherek. Kan omwithek Yn ollvys howlyek. Mercurial The muscled man In a mighty body, His acoustic hum Is a message of advice The airtight life Of this abstract place. Take an orbital journey On the mercurial plain. A conservative song In this sunshine universe.

MiSkriBa 2024 - 28 / 04 - Sijo

 # MiSkriBa hwath hag otta ow Sijo - eghen a vardhonek Koreanek a gomprehend teyr linen a 14 - 16 syllaben. # NaPoWriMo continues and here is my Sijo - a type of Korean poem that includes three lines of 14 - 16 syllables. An jydh. An jydh yw mes ha'n howl yw tomm war ow diwskodh hag enep, Mall yw genev rewya dehen dybri wosa sopper. Mes dhana y stoppyav, yma'n bys war y benn. Hwath medhow ov. The day. The day is out and the sun is warm on my shoulders and face, I'm looking forward to icing an eat cream after my tea. But then I stop, the world is upside down. I am still drunk.