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MiSkriBa 2024 - 25 / 04 - Lagasow an Prydydh

Prompt #MiSkriba o tamm koynt hedhyw. Govynnys esen dhe skrifa bardhonek selyes war Wovynador Proust. Ytho, ottomma ow bardhonek herwydh nebes an gorthypow a res vy dhe'n govynador ma. Temmik omvarnys yw arta, oups.

Today's #NaPoWriMo prompt was a little odd. We were asked to write a poem based on a Proust Questionnaire. So, here is my poem based on some of my answers to these questions. It's a little self-deprecating again, oops.

Lagasow an Prydydh

A benn mena ryb an gweli

Y ponyav, yn-mysk ow fyllel.

An folennow gwag yn skeus ti

A’m barn a’m odhom heb kowsel.


An doust a sav hag y rolyav

War bluvek na’m don yn tiek,

Hag y’n golghes domm sedhav,

Yn ti-goweth klys yn tranjyek.


Kelli ow fon yn hwans koweth

Usi skrifys yn unikter,

Yn tihanow redyav hireth

An den a ros an ugheldir.


Anwelys ov, yn ti-anal

Ow talghenna lyver dhe’m brest,

Ha neb arghpedrevan aral

A lever ow bos gwell yn kist.


Lagasow paper a’m paynt vy

Yn liw anweladow ow mir,

Hwath y’n lyvennow dhe’m kelli

Ha’n drolla doutus a’m kelmir.




The Poet’s Eyes

From the top of my bedside mountain

I run, amongst my failure.

The empty pages in promised shadow

Silently judge my needs.


The dust rises and I roll

On a pillow that refuses to bear me,

And I sink into the warmth of the duvet,

Ecstatic in cosy isolation.


Losing my woes in a friend’s desire

Written in loneliness,

Nameless, I read the longing

Of the upland roaming man.


I am not seen, breathlessly

Grasping a book at my chest,

And some other dinosaur

Tells me I’m better off in a box.


Paper eyes paint me

In appearance’s unseen colour,

And still to be lost in the pages

And the doubtful story that binds me.




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