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MiSkriBa 2024 - 08 / 04 - An Gwenton Erbynn

Ethves assay, ethves bardhonek, kensa dydh a skrifa wosa jorna leun y'n sodhva... #MiSkriBa a dhur! Hedhyw ni re skrifas barhonek ha'y gres a-dro dhe vetyans po perthynyans yntra dhew berson (po pyth) na dhalvia metya byth. Nyns esen vy sur a hemma, ha dhana orth kerdhes gen an ki y tallathis kosa awos ponn an bleujyow... Eighth attempt, eighth poem, first day of writing after a full day at work... #NaPoWriMo continues! Today we have written a poem that centres around an encounter or relationship between two people (or things) that shouldn’t really have ever met. I wasn't too sure about this, and then whilst walking the dog I began to itch because of the pollen...

An Hav Erbynn
Dons hebask nowyth an seson
Ragos y tev a lusu gwav,
Hag yth omgrefhydh pub dydh
Yn korflan dha deylu koth,
Yn korflan tejy a dheu.

Blas kresvorek an koswik
A'm paynt yn glas ha purpur
Avel y leurlen y honan
A blosha ow botas
Dhe'm glusa y'm tyller.

Yn poran omma y tallathyn
Tan agan passyon
Hag a'th hwask jy yn tien
War geow medhel an gas
Ha vyvy gesys y'n ponn.

An vresel treusvewans
Re dardhas an jydh ma
Yn ti-breder a'y fethesigow.
Yn bleujyowans an klock dibenn
Nevra ny worfenn yn kres.


The Summer Versus
The quiet new dance of the season
For you it grows from winter's ash,
And you grow stronger each day
In the graveyard of your old family,
In the graveyard of the you to come.

The forest's Mediterranean taste
Paints me in green and purple
As its own carpet
Dirties my boots
To hold me in my place.

Exactly here we begin
The fire of our passion
That presses you wholey
On the soft battlefields
As I am left in the dust.

The war of survival
Has burst forth this day
Uncareing for its victims.
In the blossoming of the eternal clock
It will never end in peace.
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