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MiSkriBa 2024 - 21 / 04 - A'n Nor Glas

A-barth Duw, ev re beu owth assaya skrifa kenhanedh arta. Prompt #MiSkriBa hedhyw o skrifa bardhonek a dhaslever po a fogell war unn liw.

Oh no, he's been tryingin to write cynghanedd again. Today's #NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that repeats or focusses on a single colour. The English isn't an exact translation, but a little more literary this time.

A’n Nor Glas
Niwl an koos a nakev kowethas las,
Y fynn fekla yn ti-fin bos y feythter tekhes
Orth kerna to delek ha kelli yn tont delit
Dhe dhehweles hav dhe dhellni hes leur.

Krefter an tonn las yn kylgh temprys mor
A glamder dhe'n loor glyb dre lok oor howl,
Ha gwragh ewon ow hasa gwreckys pon hwath,
Mordrik fresk a fyll molleth fustus fol sogh.

Bleudhder kerrek down a bles yn kel ker tus,
Drivya rychys a wrer dhe drevow ros da,
Ow traylya glander yn traytus gluth sten heyl
Hag y lommhe yn farow, heb leven y fasow glas.

Of this Blue Earth

The forest mist forgets blue friendship,

Endlessly pretending its fertility is fair

Shaking verdant canopy in the childish loss of delight

To bring summer back to the blinded floor.


The blue wave’s strength in the tempered sea

Swoons to the moon, soaked in the freezing sun,

As the seafoam witch sows painful wrecks still,

The fresh tide fails the beating curse of the fool.


Deep rock tenderness secretly pleases precious people,

Driving riches up to good moorland towns,

Dredging purity treacherously in the streamed tin dew

It’s stripped bear in death, without its many blue faces.




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