MiSkriBa 25 - 14/04 - Hanter Mis

 #MiSkriBa 14 - Hedhyw, assayewgh skrifa bardhonek a dheskrif tyller, yn arbennek yn termow an enevales, losow po fenomena naturel erel usi ena. Sedhewgh dhe son an tyller, ha devnydhyewgh ton keskappus. Komprehendyewgh hanter-rim y’n bardhonek.

My a dhraftyas an onan ma selyes war ow fonyans an myttin ma, mes my a asas dhe'n amal pub rann may lestis vy an ki rag yntana herwydh an ydhyn!

#NaPoWriMo 14 - Today, try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. Sink into the sound of your location, and use a conversational tone. Incorporate slant rhymes into the poem.

I vaguely drafted this one based on my run this morning, but left out all the parts where I was stopping the dog getting excited by birds!

Hanter Mis A-ugh dhe’n mena  Yma kloudys beghyek, Ow maga glawennow Andavosek. Ha splann yw, Orth rosya’n vownder Ha holya’n linen dhu Yntra dreys sius ha ke purpur. Deves komol sugra A vryv yn fowt an glebor A wrug neb duw ambosa Orth gerya derivas an gewer. Gwenton vyth yw perfydh Yn hanas awel wann, War-rag an bys y kerdh War run an mena kamm.

Fortnight Above the mountain Are pregnant clouds, Gestating untalkative Rain drops. And it’s fine, Wandering the lane And following the black line Between rustling thorns and purple hedge. Candy-floss sheep Bleat in the lack of moisture Promised by some god Babbling the weather report. No springtime is perfect In weak breeze’s whisper, It walks the world ahead On crooked mountain’s slope.