MiSkriBa 2024 - 09 / 04 - Od an Drogenter usi y'm Bonden (arta)

#MiSkriBa chaptra naw, hag ynno yma res a skrifa od a solempen tra bubdydhyek yn gis Pablo Neruda. Selyes yw ow bardhonek war hwarvos gwir a'n diwettha seythen... #NaPoWriMo chapter nine, in which we must write your own ode celebrating an everyday object in the style of Pablo Neruda. My poem comes from a real event from last week...

Od an Drogenter usi y'm Bonden (arta) Krev os, y hwonn, ha konnyk, konnykka agesov awos ni dhe vetya unweyth arta. Pryv horn os, a gram a vostedhes amal an fordh, kellys a'th tre byttele hwath omma, ow tollhe dhe wedhyn. Ankor prenn ha kestevyn hag estyllennow, ankor vy, usi lemmyn spernen y'm paw. Ha nyns eus logosen dhe'm sawya. Res yw dhymm dha fetha awos dha vos rath, a gni war ow sens. Mes ty a'm herdh rag mayth eneppiv ow own ha tevi dhe vos ow gwella honan yn park-kerri karrji diskont orth dha vosa gen arghans bysyel. Mar grev avellos mar wocki avellov y hwonn dha vos konnyk hag y'th hwelvydhav unweyth arta.

Ode to the Screw that’s in my Tyre (again) You’re strong, I know, and cunning, more cunning than I as we meet once again. You an iron worm, that crawls from the dirt at the roadside, lost from your home however still here, burrowing into rubber. Anchoring wood and concrete and shelves, anchoring me, now as a thorn in my paw. And there is no mouse to save me. I must defeat you for you are  a rat, gnawing at my sanity. But you push me so that I may face my fears and grow to be my best self in the car park of a discount garage feeding you with digital silver. As strong as you are, as foolhardy as I am I know you’re cunning and I will see you once again.