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MiSkriBa 2024 - 05 / 04 Veksyans an Boubas, an Penndhyskador, ha'n Maw a wodhya'n hwell

Pympes assay MiSkriBa 2024 ha hedhyw an prompt o skrifa bardhonek a-dro dhe fatel vynnsa dewdhen po triden merkya soon po fatel vynnsa traow pur dhyffrans tybi a-dro dhe neppyth aral, r.e. lowena, feus po tristys - Awenys gen bardhonek The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog gen Alicia Ostriker. Rag hemma y tewisis skrifa a-dro dhe Veksyans an Boubas, an Penndhyskador, ha'n Maw a wodhya'n hwell. - Ha rag unweyth y treylis an ober ynwedh!! Today is my fifth attempt at NaPoWriMo and the prompt was to write a poem about how a pair or trio of very different things would perceive of a blessing or, alternatively, how these very different things would think of something else (luck, grief, happiness, etc) - inspired by the poem The Blessing of the Old Woman, the Tulip, and the Dog by Alicia Ostriker. For this I chose to write about The Irritation of the Scarecrow, the Headteacher, and the Boy who knew better. - And I have even translated it into Sowsnek!!

Veksyans an Boubas, an Penndhyskador, ha'n Maw a wodhya'n hwell.


Y'm veks

yn-medh an boubas

an leysek lyb ma

usi ow threveth

ha hedre oberav

kemerys yw ow hala

rag gul neyth an brini.


Y'th veks!?

Y'm veks

yn-medh an penndhyskador

pan wrav dyskans lesek

rag brysyow yowynk

ha hedre oberav

res yw dhymm garma

rag lettya'n renki skwithys.


Y'th veks!?

Y'gas veks!?

Y'm veks

yn-medh an maw

bos agas bysow

mar dhrog avel henna

ha hedre oberowgh

y kerdhav y'n howlsplann

rag skonya bos tevesik.


The Irritation of the Scarecrow, the Headteacher, and the Boy who knew better.


It irritates me

said the scarecrow

this wet mire 

that is my home

and whilst I work

my straw is taken

to make nests for the crows.


It irritates you!?

It irritates me

said the headteacher

when I create an interesting lesson

for young minds

and whilst I work

I must yell

to stifle the bored snores.


It irritates you!?

It irritates you!?

It irritates me

said the boy

that your worlds

are as bad as that

and whilst you work

I will walk in the sunshine

to refuse adulthood.


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