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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.



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  1. Niwlen Ster9 April 2024 at 18:45

    Ogh, my a gar hemma!

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    1. Sam Brown9 April 2024 at 19:02

      Meur ras! Hwans via dhymm nyns esa res dhymm pe £75 rag awen an bardhonek ma 😂😂

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