Chalenj hedhyw yw skrifa bardhonek ow tevnydhya furv a wrug gen Donald Justice. Y wersyow hwegh-linen a dhevnydh linennow dewdhek sylaben, ha kyn nyns eus rim dhedha, I a dhaslavar geryow finek. Yn arbennek, y'n nessa ha peswora linen y tasleverir an ger po sylaben finek; an pympes ha'n hweghves linen a dhaslavar aga ger po sylaben finek ynwedh.
Ny wrug vy an onan ma yn mar dha, ha tamm tewal yw an thema 😂
Today the challenge is to write a poem using the made up form of Donald Justice. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; his fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable.
Again not my best work, and it's a bit dark too 😂
Nancy
Nancy o marow wor'talleth yn feusik,
Y fynnas hi anella'n mostedhes rych,
Ha kyn nyns o henna possybyl war Norvys,
Y'n amal aral yth o'n usadow di-rach.
Hag anella a wrug yn hwethow down hy logel,
Hag anella a hedhis yn hwethow gwann hy logel.
Nancy o marow wor'tiwedh yn tenkys,
Ny vynnas hi blasa gweres pella,
Ha, tranjyek, y fewas yn onpossybyl hir,
An kensa amal a ganas hy dynita.
Ny asas hi dhe dhehweles mar vras hy hwans,
Ny asas hi dhe dremena pons kriv hy hwans.
Nancy
Nancy was dead to begin with, luckily,
She wanted to breathe in the richest dirt,
And though that was not possible on Earth,
On the other side it was the caress norm.
And she breathed in deep breaths in her coffin,
And she breathed no more weak breaths in her coffin.
Nancy was dead at last in fate,
She no longer wanted to taste soil again,
And, ecstasy, she lived impossibly long,
The first side singing her dignity.
She could not return no matter her desire,
She could not cross the crude bridge of her desire.
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