Today’s Writing Collaboration Challenge comes from G.R. Melvin . If you would like to take part in future, drop me an email! The submission talked of English writers and something quintessentially English. I thought I’d respond with a neighbouring view of Welshness – to save you heading to Google- ‘Rwy’n canu am byth’ means – ‘I sing forverer’.
Like off a roadway, on a hot day,
Sure, unfocused fire
Blurring this entire English garden.
Bumble birds and humming bees,
Warm words tumbling, tumbling on great grass.
Late last night it wouldn’t cease;
The dream is in the English sun.
I took cream in my steaming , strong tea.
Virginia, Leonard Woolf I could see
With her lot
Iris Murdoch & John I could see
With her lot
Barrie and Carroll
Knelt on all fours
Playful, cerebral somehow.
I’m thinking, As I burrow my brow
Rough for this pillow
I’ll settle, Right now, Near the shade of that willow
& succumb to cats on a lawn
& three secret facts of tea roses.
g.r. melvin has a secret life as a poet. He works his craft in the shifting shadows, in the darkest of night. Since he was a kid, He’s had pen & paper on him as he watches, so that he might chronicle his outer world, & his inner. Today, his beard is gray, he stays in Southwest FLA, that’s OK, (so his notes say) one blog: https://namelessneedblog.wordpress.com/
Welsh rain batters pitter-patter
From coast to town to rolling hill
To rolling words from Dylan’s shed
Rolling white wheat – rolling waves
Folding the sea into salt-pockets
Crashing down like celestial tea
into Bertrand’s cup.
Rwy’n canu am byth.
The wild-world merciless
Beautiful angry and calm
But not quaint.
Stovepipes proud gestures
But always turning away
In ambivalent modesty.
Rwy’n canu am byth