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MiSkriBa 2024 - 30 / 04 - An Travyth

Otta ni, bardhonek finek #MiSkriBa 2024! Ha hedhyw an prompt o skrifa bardhonek hag ynno yma'n kowser honaniethys gans gnas a henhwedhel po myth, kaper hag yn bardhonek Claire Scott Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”
An hwedhel a dhewisis yw drolla Jan Tregeagle, justis a werthas y enev dhe'n jowl hag a dhallathas kowlwul oberennow diboynt ma na via res dhodho bos kerghys gans an jowl.

Here it is, the final poem of #NaPoWriMo 2024! Today's pormpt was to write a poem in which the speaker is identified with a character from myth or legend, as in  Claire Scott’s poem “Scheherazade at the Doctor’s Office.”
The legend I chose is the story of Jan Tregeagle, a magistrate who sold his soul to the devil and started completing pointless tasks so that he would not be collected.

An Travyth

My a sinyas gans goos,

Yn ynk, nag yn goos,

Mes ow goos a skollyav

Dhe gollenwul an travyth.


Paperyow a wra bern,

Ha dhymm ny vern,

Rag bern yma res preder

Ha dhymm yma’n travyth.


My yw holyes y'm brys,

Peghys kyns y'n brys,

Mes a-brys y hwrav vy

Traow an travyth.


Yn furv Jan my a vov,

A 'ma vyth a'm mov,

Hag y'm mov yn godros

An pubtra a’n travyth.

The Nothing

I signed with blood,

In ink, not in blood,

But my blood I shed

To complete the nothing.


Papers pile up,

And I care not,

For concern you need worry

And I have the nothing.


I am followed in my mind,

Sinned before the womb,

And in time I will do

The things of the nothing.


In Jan’s form I move,

From here nothing persuades

And the threat motivates

The all of the nothing. 

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