Writing Collab #12- Rwy’n Canu Am Byth

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

For hours

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. 

Handmedown history

Stovepipes proud gestures 

But always turning away

In ambivalent modesty.

Rwy’n canu am byth

Image by Roman Grac from Pixabay

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  1. namelessneed says:

    Fine job, Peter. Yes, “beautiful, angry and calm/. But not quaint”
    the crashing sea, and British “but always turning away/ in ambivalent modesty” any time, g

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  2. Great collaboration–love these evocative poems.

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  3. I was going to send you an email, but had difficulty clicking on the link to your email address. I think it’s just my tablet acting up.

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