- November 4, 2021 at 2:37 am #14095Karin RainbirdParticipant
I like to write poetry in honour of the Gods, but generally free-style with no particular structure (though I generally do write rhyming poems). I’m having a go at writing with the Englyn structures, and finding it quite difficult. But here are my first attempts:
1. Englyn Penfyr – Autumn
Autumn mists enwrap the forests hanging low
In the crisp air, birds sing
Knowing the joy they bring.
My heart is light as I wonder alone
To the forest yonder
Enlivened by the splendour
2. Englyn Milwr – Bran the Blessed
O Guardian of the land
With spear in Your mighty hand
Protective spirit you stand
O Mighty King, Blessed Bran
Fearsome Giant, God or Man
Just Ruler, Bendigeidfran.
Son of Llyr and Penarddun
Brother to Blessed Branwen
With strength of a thousand men.
O Bran of the Pierced Thighs
Volunteered in sacrifice
Your wondrous head of great size
There under the Tower Hill
Buried by Your mighty will
Where dwell Your black Ravens still.
So that’s my first attempts. I’d love to hear other people’s attempts.November 6, 2021 at 8:00 am #14104DowrgiParticipant
Some nice poetry. You’re right, it is difficult and if we’re writing in English and trying to follow strict Welsh rhythm, rhyme, assonance and metre, it’s going to be tricky. The stressed syllables in words are important, too, they give the rhythm to the lines and verses, so when I was working on these for the Bardic Course, one thing I learnt was to avoid longer words in English, sticking to 1-2 syllables, perhaps 3 at the most, and read aloud continuously as you write. Often something sounded good in the moment of writing, next day it sounded terrible! 😀
Here’s one I wrote while I was doing the Bardic Course – to the noble Blackbird.
Blackbird you’re a noble bird,
Calling out to one and all.
Blackbird why do you reveal
Yourself when the huntsmen stalk?
Blackbird when your cry is heard,
In woodland, hedge or over wall,
Hunters hunting for their meal
Are foiled by your chattered talk.
Not by poem nor by word,
But by song no beast shall fall.
What’s your secret, why your zeal?
Tricking hunter, hounds and hawk.
Blackbird by your song are stirred,
Forest folk who hear your squall,
Blackbird play your forest reel,
Huntsmen in the woodland stalk.
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