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