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MiSkriBa 2024 - 20 / 04 - Pellennik... Rag diogeledh

Prompt #MiSkriBa an jydh yw skrifa bardhonek a lever a hwarvos istorek. My a vynnas trovya neppyth koynt ha dyffrans ha wosa hwilas an wias ha'm lyverva nebes, my a drovyas an drolla ma a-dro dhe 'bellenigow gorth-steren lostek' a-dhyworth 1910. Leverys yw lowr! 

The #NaPoWriMo prompt of the day is to write a poem that recounts a historic event. I wanted to find something weird and different and after searching the web and my library a bit, I found this story about 'anti-comet pills' from 1910. 'Nuff said!


Pellennik... Rag diogeledh.
Steren lostek yw peryl nowyth an oos,
Uskitter gas ow neyja heb aswonvos.
Galweyth a via dhe geles an gwrians
Rag diank sorr an nevow, ottena'n hwans
A dhifres an korf erbynn lorgan dhiantel.
Yn skon y hwelir dalleth bys flamm arta,
Wor'tiwedh yma genen fordh a dreusvewa!

A Pill... For safety.
The comet is the latest danger of our age,
Fast flying gas without acquaintance.
It would be a crime to secrete this creation
To escape heaven's wrath, that's the wish
That protects the body against dangerous moonlight.
Soon the flame world will begin again,
Finally we have a way to survive!





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  1. Niwlen Ster21 April 2024 at 15:07

    Yma dhis pupprys an testennow gwella!

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    1. Sam Brown21 April 2024 at 15:49

      Tetivali my dhe vos an onan dhe skrifa'n darnow yn le nebonan moy abel 😂😂 (meur ras ❤️❤️)

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