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MiSkriBa 25 - 05/04 - Morvleydhi

Prompt #MiSkriBa an jydh a veu awenys gen notennans ilow, kepar ha'n danvonadow war bartitur. Res o dewis par a notennans ilow, eghen a liow ha gerva a'n rol ma, dhana skrifa bardhonek selyes warnedha. 

Ow dewisyow vy o “arlodh, tregeredhewgh” - metol mernans - morvleydhi.

Ytho ottomma bardhonek metol mernans a-dro dhe vorvleydhi (hag ow cher isel a-nowyth 😅).

The #NaPoWriMo daily prompt was inspired by musical notation, for example the instructions given on sheet music. We had to pick a muiscal notation, a genre and vocabulary from the list provided, then write a poem based on them.

My choices were “lord have mercy” - death metal - sharks.

So here is my death metal poem about sharks 🦈.

Morvleydhi

 

Klow vy

Klow vy

Plowghyans poos,

Klow vy

rag my dhe dhos.


Fler vy

Fler vy

Eth gwask kogh,

Fler vy

rag my yw trogh.


Brath vy

Brath vy

Arlodh an gloos,

Brath vy

rag my yw goos.


Kni vy

Kni vy

Eskern oll,

Kni vy

rag my yw koll.


Saw vy

Saw vy

Tregeredh,

Saw vy

rag my y’m bedh.


Sharks

 

Sense me

Sense me

A heavy splash,

Sense me

For I have come


Smell me

Smell me

The scent of crimson stress,

Smell me

for I am broken.


Bite me

Bite me

Lord of anguish,

Bite me

For I am blood.


Chew me

Chew me

Bones and all,

Chew me

for I am lost.


Save me

Save me

Have mercy,

Save me

for I’m in my grave.


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