Tamm bysi ov an bennseythen ma, hwath y hwrav postya bardhonogow, mes heb deskrifans a'n chalenj pubdedhyek. I'm a little busy this weekend, I will still be posting poems, but I won't be giving a description of the daily challenges. Dasfurv Pub prys hag ow mos 'ma ilow, Dh'ort seudhelyow dewdros Erbynn grow an nor, Dh'ort seys diwros Erbynn tarmak an stret, Y klowav kan an karr Yn grommyans y jynn, Ha terweythyow Y kesrommyav Yn gis bagas metol A wra dasfurv ABBA, "Ha'm ajon, a'th ajon..." Cover There's always music when moving, From the soles of shoes Against the earth's gravel, From bicycle seats Against the tarmac of the street, I hear it in the car In the engine's grunt, And sometimes I grunt along In the style of a metal band Covering ABBA, "Knowing me, knowing you..."
Bardhonieth ha drollow derowel ha treylyes. Original and translated poetry and stories in Cornish. 🏳️🌈