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.