Henhwedhel / Legend

Yn mis Hwevrel hevlena y recevis folennik unyeth Kembrek y'm bolgh-post a-dhyworth SP Energy Networks yn unn linenna towl rag difygyow power rolus herwydh an 'barras nerth'. A-wosa y hwilis vy y'n nowodhow ha gortos klowes neppyth moy a-dro dhe hemma, byttegyns ny dheuth po ger po difyk power vyth. An bardhonek ma yw ow gorthep dhe'n desedhans oll ma ha'm omglowansow dhe'n pols na. Back in February of this year, I recieved a monolingual Welsh leaflet in my letter box from SP Energy Networks outlining plans for rolling powercuts in response to the 'energy crisis'. Afterwards I searched the news ans waited to hear anything more about this, however there came neither news nor power cuts. This poem is my response to the whole situation and my feelings at that time.

Henhwedhel War an kensa jorna y trovis an howl mar splann ha kann hag ughel Y rayys a'm tomhas ha leski war ow kreun yn anweladow. War an kensa nos y trovis an loor mar oor ha yeyn hag arghans Y doch pell a'm kanas ha klappya yn ow brys yn anweladow. Ha dhana yth o pub dydh ha pub nos an eyl wosa y gila haval ha keth dhe dreylyans an Norvys Ow rewlya tevans ha trevas Ow rewlya gwyns ha mor yn anweladow. Mes war ow gorwel yma tewolgow ow tones troha vy ow tones a-dhyworthiv vy Tewolgow ewn na fors a'n jydh ow pega'n howl ha hebaskhe'n trevas na fors a'n nos ow tilea'n loor ha taga'n gwyns Hag a-dhywar aga fordh ny allav dos an fordh a wrug rag ow honan Owth uja’n poos yn ow pluvek Ow tegea ow kroglennow Ha tothya'n tewolgow anweladow. Anniveradow yw an viaj a-dro dhe'n howl, ow traylya’n loor yn prest gen ster trigys ow sevel ow kwitha pelder salow ha mires

Legend On the first day I discovered the sun as fine and bright and high Its rays warmed me and branded my skin invisibly. On the first night I discovered the moon as chilling and cold and silver Its distant touch sang me and chattered in my mind invisibly. And then, every day  and every night  one after the other were the same and bound to the turn of the Earth Ruling growth and harvest Ruling wind and sea invisibly. But on my horizon there is darkness coming to me coming from me Indiscriminate darkness no matter the day tarring the sun and pacifying the harvest no matter the night erasing the moon and strangling the wind And from its path I cannot move the path was made for me Gasping screams into my pillow Closing the curtains And hastening the darkness, invisible. Immeasurable is the journey around the sun, dragging the moon continually by settled stars standing keeping a safe distance and watching